Back from a short break in Snowdonia, where I enjoyed a collection of Walt Whitman poetry ("Undrape! You are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded"), Evelyn Waugh's bitterly tragi-comic A Handful of Dust, Cadwalader ice creams, little mapping sorties in Criccieth, the UK's finest landscapes and particularly fine weather - occasional clouds make for happy walks and dramatic photos: