Foel Grach is not very far away but Foel Fras is still a fair distance. We don't mind now since we know we will be able to make it with the help of a little sustenance at quite frequent intervals. We have always refused to set ourselves a time schedule, thinking that within reasonable limits and provided one feels all right, the walk takes as long as it takes. Paul makes a note of the time summits are reached, but this is for later interest rather than to apply pressure.

The first time we did the walk, in our euphoric state on reaching the last top, we forgot for a moment that we still had another seven miles to get down. We soon returned to earth with a thump especially as this was unexplored territory for us.
Since we need to take a taxi to return to base, we make for the little town of Llanfairfechan rather than Aber. Another reason for not choosing Aber, although it is nearer, is that it would involve more road walking, which we feel might prove an anticlimax.
The small rounded summit of Druim is the only uphill on the way down. Most of the way is by grassy cart track down a gentle gradient. A wonderful view of the Menai Straits, particularly beautiful if the tide is low, with the sun sinking down and eventually setting is before us all the way to the town. We find it aesthetically very satisfying to end such a walk in this manner, coming down gently to the coast after having started on rough scrambling inland.
The cart track eventually gives out and we follow a grassy way-marked path amongst low gorse bushes. This leads to a smaller zigzag path through a field with foxgloves and on down to the back lanes of the town. We carry on down the road past little houses, many with lovely gardens. There is a general atmosphere of friendliness with plenty of 'good evening's called from the local residents. We eventually phone for a taxi from a pub at the bottom of the hill. We have never had to wait long for one to come and in fact used the same firm five times. The drivers recognised us even after a gap of a couple of years and congratulated us again. There was plenty of happy chatter as between old friends all the way back to the Llanberis car park. That firm has retired from business now, to be replaced by an apparently equally nice one. We were never overcharged even though they were sometimes called out very late indeed when there was no chance of finding a return fare.
Reunited with our own transport, we drive to a suitable location for the night. A quick wash, especially feet, precedes an easily heated meal, washed down with pints of tea. We settle down for a good sleep in our vehicle. In Spartan earlier years we used a Peugeot 305 estate car, but later invested in the greater luxury of a small camper van.
The following morning we head gently homeward, perhaps a little tired but glowing pleasantly with more happy memories.