Roaming through the jungle of sessile oaks, azalea bushes and sky-high pines with burly trunks, I stepped back, camera poised, and almost stumbled over a crocodile. Jaws agape, the timber sculpture in Portmeirion’s woodland momentarily caught | me unawares as I focused on the brilliant carmine of a flourishing rhododendron. Beneath a sultry sun and the startling floral pinks and striking reds, the environment felt more Mediterranean, or even tropical, than North Wales Coast.
My trip to Wales would, I had hoped, be the stuff of storybooks. It had begun the previous day, at one of Wales’ most significant ‘legends’, the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct. The work of Thomas Telford, and a masterpiece of the Industrial Revolution, the aqueduct is the longest in Britain and the highest in the world. Together with…