Another run early morning, meet Charles for breakfast and a good fry up helps awaken the man. We set off on time to meet Jeremy and Pam (see 759 mile dinner date, 12 August 2007 on http://frankbrangwyn.blogspot.com but are held up by roadworks, a fuel stop, a level crossing and slow traffic so are 20 minutes late at the rendezvous in deepest Snowdonia. Now it so happens that in deepest Snowdonia there is no mobile reception - not that I normally rely on such contraptions - but it does not make exchanging information easy. Jeremy has changed his car since the last time we met and he can't recall what vehicle I possess, meanwhile he and Pam have hared up the road to look for us? The chances of us recognising each other were slim. Anyway, as I was wandering around aimlessly they turned up and we decided, given the rain, that we would decamp to Jeremy's house to discuss tactics.
The thing is, Jeremy is not only an artist in his own right, but hugely knowledgeable about the region and also a leading light in Gwynedd Museum. A real coffee - the best in the last week - revived flagging and damp spirits and Pam and I decided to make an itinerary of Piper locations. Meanwhile Jeremy had managed to contact Gwynedd and arranged for us to see their Piper sketch, assuring us meanwhile that the cloud cover would rise mid afternoon. So we all drove down/up/across/whichever way the map is pointing to Bangor where we photographed said image and then attempted a late lunch. The only place open and without a queue looked OK but it transpired that the kitchen staff had gone on strike and we waited and waited until Pam (every home should have one) banged on the desk (not metaphorically but actually), not once but twice, following which we were FINALLY served.
Thence back to Snowdonia and Piper's favourite places and Jeremy was just brilliant taking us along the valleys, pointing out roche moutonne, viewpoints, places Piper stayed etc - despite the fact that the mist hadn't lifted as promised and the rain hadn't stopped. I was elevated to A4 paper holder and stills, whilst Jeremy became tripod carrier and Pam umbrella attendant. Brilliant!
Eventually the afternoon turned out to be successful although the weather played with us continuously. Drove to Liverpool, arriving about 8pm.
The thing is, Jeremy is not only an artist in his own right, but hugely knowledgeable about the region and also a leading light in Gwynedd Museum. A real coffee - the best in the last week - revived flagging and damp spirits and Pam and I decided to make an itinerary of Piper locations. Meanwhile Jeremy had managed to contact Gwynedd and arranged for us to see their Piper sketch, assuring us meanwhile that the cloud cover would rise mid afternoon. So we all drove down/up/across/whichever way the map is pointing to Bangor where we photographed said image and then attempted a late lunch. The only place open and without a queue looked OK but it transpired that the kitchen staff had gone on strike and we waited and waited until Pam (every home should have one) banged on the desk (not metaphorically but actually), not once but twice, following which we were FINALLY served.
Thence back to Snowdonia and Piper's favourite places and Jeremy was just brilliant taking us along the valleys, pointing out roche moutonne, viewpoints, places Piper stayed etc - despite the fact that the mist hadn't lifted as promised and the rain hadn't stopped. I was elevated to A4 paper holder and stills, whilst Jeremy became tripod carrier and Pam umbrella attendant. Brilliant!
Eventually the afternoon turned out to be successful although the weather played with us continuously. Drove to Liverpool, arriving about 8pm.
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