A short drive from Tremadog (our hostel) we arrived in Beddgelert. From here the guy from the hostel said there was a nice, easy and picturesque walk. We started our walk along the river and then when we should have turned back, we decided to keep going. A few hours later we arrived back in town- drenched because of the down pours we got stuck in. All good fun. A bit of history about the town.... "In the 13th century Llewelyn Prince of North Wales had a palace here. One day he went hunting and left his dog Gelert behind. When he returned his dog greeted him, but it had blood around its mouth. The prince ran to his son's cot and saw that it was empty but covered in blood. He plunged his sword into the dog and killed it- this sound was answered by a baby's cry. The prince found the baby nearby and unharmed. Next to the baby was a great wolf that had been killed by the dog. Llewelyn never smiled again and is buried next to his dog Gelert". Beddgelert means 'Gelert's Grave'. This is the story behind this little village.