I first walked here as a boy. On a school trip we hiked, orienteered, climbed the Idwal Slabs. In the evening we worked on geology projects learning about Snowdonia and slate. As a qualified teacher I wonder about that. The real education was in the hills. The evening book study was used to justify the trip.
The same occurs with art. In the university system you justify your projects with academic context. I never objected to that – but everyone else did. Going back further, it was the same for me at A Level Sociology. I loved the theory: Simmel, the fringes of existentialism, which I then pursued at university. It began when I was 16-18 years old with what was, I now realise, a superb team of Sociology teachers. Other students liked research based ideas surrounding, for example, workers experience at a factory. I found that stuff boring.
This is a marvelous place, with the Glyders up and behind this viewpoint and the Carneddau over and up the valley the other side. That’s pronounced car netth aye not car ned oh. It feels Celtic here, more so when swirling mists evoke the name.
Mountain Photography: Devil's Kitchen
Saturday July 29, 2006