We left Dolgelly in another very fine day, posting after the usual manner, but with rather a longer distance in view. The first stage was to a place called Tan y Bulch—the second to Bedgellert, making about thirty two miles. Each portion had its distinct beauty. The earlier one passed through a valley rising by degrees until it crossed a barren region with a fine view of a range of elevation of which Arverings was the highest. We then turned off to another valley leaving Festiniog to the right, and through a private road belonging to the proprietress of the Estate, Mrs Oakley. She appears to permit this for the sake of assisting the hotel of the Oakley arms, established by her at the entrance to her mansion. She further allows the tenant to give permits to those stopping at her house, to go over her grounds. Whilst the horses were changed, I took advantage of this and went up to the house. The situation is exceedingly pretty, and art has done much to heighten the effects still more. The mansion overlooks a gorge of a valley, which of all of it wears the aspect of a private estate. There is abundance of fine wood, and of shrubbery with all the customary appendages of a wealthy abode. We took luncheon at the house—and every thing looked so nice I regretted for a moment I had not known of it before ordering my rooms at Bedgellert. A day or two could have been pleasantly passed here. The second stage carried us to Port Mudoe and then round through a most attractive valley, with the peak of Snowden constantly in view. At last, we reached the pass of Aberglaslyn, where a stone bridge crosses the stream, where I got down and walked a mile and a half to the Hotel, the Goat, at Bedgellert. This is esteemed one of the gems of Welsh scenery, and I think justly. To me thus far the whole effect is much more attractive than any other I have observed on this island. To be sure, the astounding weather has a great deal to do with it. We got ourselves rather comfortably established in the evening.90