CHAPTER VIII. 



A RIDE OVER THE MOUNTAINS. 



A twenty-two mile ride over the mountains to Bala Lovely 

 scenery Jenny Jones Plascoch Hotel A charming ancient 

 hostelry Ancient furniture Oliver Cromwell's bed The Vale 

 of Edeirion Queen's visit to Pale Bala whisky Bala water 

 to supply London A charming ride back to hotel Forty miles 

 in all. 



UESDA Y, July loth. Yesterday (the 9th) 

 we fished the lake all day, lazily roaming 

 over its surface, rather careless whether we 

 caught fish or did not catch them, the 

 total result being six brace of elegant trout. 



To-day we abandon the lake and are off in a 

 waggonette and pair of horses, with Miss Davis as 

 our guide, for a twenty-two mile drive over these wild 

 Welsh mountains to Bala. I wish no worse luck to 

 my readers than that they should, in their turn (with 

 Miss D. as their guide), have such a glorious ride as 

 we had, for although we set forth early in the day in 

 a downpour of rain which threatened to be continuous, 

 it lasted only an hour. 



The nearest way to Bala is fifteen miles, but we 



