This post was inspired by @ElsieDownie post back in June regarding profound moments while traveling.
There are several places that I have visited that have moved me to tears for many reasons but one particular place brought me to my knees and left me breathless was Pistylll Raeadar in Wales.
My friends and HOs took me through a drive through the countryside pointing out the different landmarks and historical sites. I saw what were once work houses much like seen in the story of Oliver. We visited iron age forts and went through many roads with lush hills, sheep and ragged stones.
We pulled in to this empty parking area in the middle of nowhere by a stream we had been following along the road for quite some time. There was a soft roar and we began to walk a bit upwards and then I saw it, now loud and roaring.
I was in awe at its magnitude. The mist was cool on my face and clinging to everything around it where the rocks were covered in bright green moss. The family of three and I continued to climb and walk between the wet stones and moss. I felt as if I were in a fairy tale. A feeling not uncommon to me now and one I hope never goes away. I was filled with a tremendous sense of peace and gratitude to be on this wonderful ground. What an honor and a privilege.
On the day of our adventure, the office building and shop were closed. There were no barriers to keep us from wandering and so we wandered in pure delight.