This lower picture of Arenig Fawr,  for me, encapsulates all of Charlie’s stories of crossing this 17 mile wilderness, always in inclement weather, sometimes at night, a track forever stony, with gates to open and close, and always a terrible desire to reach Ffestiniog and the welcoming arms of No. 6 Sun Street, where dwelt his current passion – or so he thought !!  For more information see Charlie’s story “In the Spring” on page 159 of his book Volume Three.