Just south of Dinas Mawddwy there lies a mountain range. It looks so serene.
People pass it every day, driving or walking down the awe-inspiring A470 between Mallwyd and Dolgellau. Their jaws may drop with wonder, gasping over the silvery trickles of distant waterfalls high upon those slopes, or the huge patches of purple heather amidst the deep green of the sheep grass.
Those soaring heights fold in on themselves, great, glorious creases bearing testimony to the ferocious power wrought by the thawing of the last major Ice Age.
You will want to park your car, or pause amidst your hiking to gaze up and around, to drink in such scenery, fueling mind and spirit with dreams against the mediocrity of the future.
But few of them realize that the beauty would be somewhat tainted, if only they understood the Welsh place-names on those majestic peaks. Most don't know that they are looking at Camlan.








































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