18. Jul, 2014

Reflections of Bala

After another comfortable night on the banks of llyn Tegid (Wales’ largest natural lake) in Bala, I can strongly say it’s worth a visit! With the Arenig in front of us, the Aran on our left, and a mill pond lake with just two metres away, it couldn’t be better. Even the sun woke us with a promise of another glorious day.

     But do beware, that according to local legend, the lake was formed by supernatural powers. I can easily believe this with my vivid imagination but my kind and unassuming husband certainly does not! Well according to the story, there is a precious spring called Ffynnon Gower and it had a minder. Now this minder had the important job of putting the lid over the spring every night. This was to prevent the evil spirits and the devil himself from getting in. Well you can guess what happened, or perhaps you can’t! The minder fell asleep before putting the lid on and the water poured out from the precious spring to form a lake over the old town of Bala.  Possible?

      As I looked out across the mirrored water, I couldn’t help but wonder at another story we came across, as we took a rather longish stroll up hills, which my kind and unassuming husband called mini mountains!

      Apparently, the lake has a depth of 45 metres and lurking in the darkness are small whitefish known as Gwyniad’s.  They were supposedly trapped here at the end of the Ice Age (which was 14,000 years ago) and they are still there. Not the originals of course, well perhaps they are there too!   But not only do the wee whitefish live here, but roach, pike, perch, trout and eels have made their home too. Though it’s not for me, I’ve been told that many people do come here for the fishing, with the lake being 3 ½ miles long and ¾ miles wide, I guess there is plenty of room to fish as well as all sorts of boating activities, cycling and miles of walking.

      So here we are on a beautiful summers day looking out at the water where a flotilla of ducks sail by us and birds call from the trees. The pungent smell of breakfast cooking on outdoor stoves pervades through the warm air, reminding us that it’s summertime here in these mountains of glorious Wales.