In augustus gaan we weer voor een wandelvakantie naar het Verenigd Koninkrijk, meer bepaald Snowdonia en the Lake District. Ons eerste verblijf is in het dorpje Beddgelert, dat zou vernoemd zijn naar de hond Gelert, bij wiens graf we staan. Een hartverscheurend verhaal!
Bron : http://www.historic-uk.com/HistoryUK/HistoryofWales/The-legend-of-brave-Gelert/
"One of the best known, and loved, folk-tales in Wales is the story of a faithful hound.
The story goes that in the thirteenth-century, Prince Llywelyn the Great had a palace at Beddgelert in Caernarvonshire, and as the Prince was a keen hunter, he spent much of his time in the surrounding countryside. He had many hunting dogs, but one day when he summoned them as usual with his horn, his favourite dog Gelert didn’t appear, so regretfully Llywelyn had to go hunting without him.When Llywelyn returned from the hunt, he was greeted by Gelert who came bounding towards him …his jaws dripping with blood.The Prince was appalled, and a horrible thought came into his mind …was the blood on the dog’s muzzle that of his one-year old son. His worst fears were realised when he saw in the child’s nursery, an upturned cradle, and walls spattered with blood! He searched for the child but there was no sign of him. Llywelyn was convinced that his favourite hound had killed his son.Mad with grief he took his sword and plunged it into Gelert’s heart.As the dog howled in his death agony, Llywelyn heard a child’s cry coming from underneath the upturned cradle. It was his son, unharmed!
Beside the child was an enormous wolf, dead, killed by the brave Gelert.
Llywelyn was struck with remorse and carried the body of his faithful dog outside the castle walls, and buried him where everyone could see the grave of this brave animal, and hear the story of his valiant fight with the wolf.
To this day, a cairn of stones marks the place, and the name Beddgelert means in Welsh ‘The grave of Gelert’. Every year thousands of people visit the grave of this brave dog; slight problem however, is that the cairn of stones is actually less than 200 years old!"
Dus het verhaal is waarschijnlijk niet waar, maar heeft toch al menig hondenliefhebber naar hier gelokt. Geen probleem, want ook zonder deze mythe is het een prachtige wandelstreek!
Een paar foto's hieronder om het te illustreren- lovely Snowdonia
Bron : http://www.historic-uk.com/HistoryUK/HistoryofWales/The-legend-of-brave-Gelert/
"One of the best known, and loved, folk-tales in Wales is the story of a faithful hound.
The story goes that in the thirteenth-century, Prince Llywelyn the Great had a palace at Beddgelert in Caernarvonshire, and as the Prince was a keen hunter, he spent much of his time in the surrounding countryside. He had many hunting dogs, but one day when he summoned them as usual with his horn, his favourite dog Gelert didn’t appear, so regretfully Llywelyn had to go hunting without him.When Llywelyn returned from the hunt, he was greeted by Gelert who came bounding towards him …his jaws dripping with blood.The Prince was appalled, and a horrible thought came into his mind …was the blood on the dog’s muzzle that of his one-year old son. His worst fears were realised when he saw in the child’s nursery, an upturned cradle, and walls spattered with blood! He searched for the child but there was no sign of him. Llywelyn was convinced that his favourite hound had killed his son.Mad with grief he took his sword and plunged it into Gelert’s heart.As the dog howled in his death agony, Llywelyn heard a child’s cry coming from underneath the upturned cradle. It was his son, unharmed!
Beside the child was an enormous wolf, dead, killed by the brave Gelert.
Llywelyn was struck with remorse and carried the body of his faithful dog outside the castle walls, and buried him where everyone could see the grave of this brave animal, and hear the story of his valiant fight with the wolf.
To this day, a cairn of stones marks the place, and the name Beddgelert means in Welsh ‘The grave of Gelert’. Every year thousands of people visit the grave of this brave dog; slight problem however, is that the cairn of stones is actually less than 200 years old!"
Dus het verhaal is waarschijnlijk niet waar, maar heeft toch al menig hondenliefhebber naar hier gelokt. Geen probleem, want ook zonder deze mythe is het een prachtige wandelstreek!
Een paar foto's hieronder om het te illustreren- lovely Snowdonia
We beklimmen de Snowdon en de Cnicht en we doen de CWM Bychan en Aberglaslyn pass walk, allemaal even mooi. Bonnie doet alles mee, en doet de afstand wel een keer of vijf , zonder probleem
Een week later trekken we door naar Lake District, even lieflijk en woest (afhankelijk van het weer en de hoogte) als Snowdonia. We verblijven in Hawkshead, waar Beatrix Potter een locale beroemdheid is, evenals de Lake poets. We zijn er echter niet voor de konijnen, maar wel om te hiken, met Bonnie.
Een week later trekken we door naar Lake District, even lieflijk en woest (afhankelijk van het weer en de hoogte) als Snowdonia. We verblijven in Hawkshead, waar Beatrix Potter een locale beroemdheid is, evenals de Lake poets. We zijn er echter niet voor de konijnen, maar wel om te hiken, met Bonnie.
