A Perfect Panorama

 A Perfect Panorama

I always smile and say ‘hello’ to the people I meet when out walking and this often leads to a cheerful conversation and on many occasions this month, some useful local information.

 (I have – for example, been shown how to get through the turn-style of a public loo without paying if you are caught short and penniless...)

On my walk through the old oak wood, I fell into conversation with a friendly and most interesting woman. Before we parted she asked if I would like to meet up and she would show me how to find the path that leads to the panorama above Barmouth.

 A few days later we were pleased to see the misty morning clear to sunshine. I would never have found the tiny turning myself and I was relieved to find that the path wasn’t too steep or rough- even my creaky body coped! As we walked up through a wood, we caught glimpses of the river below.

The bird’s eye view estuary was wonderful. I could have sat and watched the patterns made by the channels of the river for hours. The light and the tide was constantly changing, it was an entrancing sight.

When we reached the summit of the rocky outcrop, you could turn in all directions and see a beautiful view -I suppose that’s why it’s called a panorama... 

I felt as if I was living within a vast painting by John Martin and expected to see gatherings of Heavenly host on the slopes beneath me.

It was a truly glorious sight.

Afterwards, when we had climbed back down from the celestial heights, we went onto the beach at Barmouth, where I treated us both to fish and chips as a small thank you to Ros. It was a perfect end to  our little jaunt.