I know, I know. Its mountainous peaks photographed more than Madonna's, and where better to meet Norfolk caravanners and cult members from Folkestone who do I.T. on the same day.
Despite Yr Wyddfa being reduced to the consistency of apple crumble even as you change lenses, despite the feeling that you have entered a sponsored Glumathon should you dare approach a local, this is still a place of fearful majesty.
These shots were taken in a 2-hour period one morning.
All taken with Canon 1Ds Mk2; the 16-35mm f2.8L Mk2 had a polariser on and was mounted on a Manfrotto tripod; the 70-200mm f.4L(IS) was as usual handheld. Getting lazy, aren'I!