All images taken by Victoria Hulbert.

north wales
We summited Mount Snowden in a spring that still felt like winter. We slept in the car for two nights, parked on the front lawn of a sheep farmer's house and cooked one-pot meals, eating them with gloves on. At the top of the mountain, thick fog made any kind of view impossible but the 3+ hour walk up gave us plenty to be awed by. I spent the whole weekend daydreaming about what it could look like to live in an old Welsh cottage on the outskirts of the national park. I was fascinated by the Welsh language and how everyone spoke it fluently, still after all this time. Fascinated by how a place so close to England could be so unlike England, so uniquely its own.