The Rhino rally is a BMW organised rally which takes place at Beddgelert every February. I’ve attended two previous ones before with two of the ‘Three amigos’ but missed last years due to a lung infection which would’ve floored an elephant. Lord Greystoke was also unable to attend due to a sprained ankle or something, so Little Sid didn’t go as he thought it not worth it without us.
So this year was definitely on the cards. The Journey there couldn’t have been better with good dry bright weather and fairly warm too. The ‘Three amigos’ had swollen its ranks to five with Keith and Lesley joining us. With the weather being so good wine was taken at 4 o’clock outside the tents with the usual piss, sorry Micky taking that accompanies these situations.
As it began to get dark we made the mile walk into the village with Lesley leading the way. Keith took some persuading to come with us as he’s not much of a drinking type but came with us anyway for the company. The walk back along the road at night can be interesting but not a car past us. Keith walked in a zigzag pattern as he was trying to wear in his new shoes, something I’ve done myself.
Saturday morning saw us walking back to the village to visit Gelerts grave, I’ve been twice before but it was always a tad wet.
According to legend, the stone monument in the field marks the resting place of ‘Gelert’, the faithful hound of the medieval Welsh Prince Llewelyn the Great.
The story, as written on the tombstone reads: “In the 13th century Llewelyn, prince of North Wales, had a palace at Beddgelert. One day he went hunting without Gelert, ‘The Faithful Hound’, who was unaccountably absent. On Llewelyn’s return the truant, stained and smeared with blood, joyfully sprang to meet his master. The prince alarmed hastened to find his son, and saw the infant’s cot empty, the bedclothes and floor covered with blood. The frantic father plunged his sword into the hound’s side, thinking it had killed his heir. The dog’s dying yell was answered by a child’s cry. Llewelyn searched and discovered his boy unharmed, but nearby lay the body of a mighty wolf which Gelert had slain. The prince filled with remorse is said never to have smiled again. He buried Gelert here”.
The afternoon saw us in the pub to watch the two rugby matches. It’s always fun to watch England play the Welsh in Wales in a pub full of Welsh lads. It was a very good atmosphere. We were joined by two others who will be known by most of you, Toni and Foz. I am already looking forward to next year’s rally, although it probably be a lot wetter than this years.
As Michael would say, ‘bye for now’. Shark.