At the foot of Mount Snowdon in North Wales is a village called Beddgelert, named supposedly for the saint whose grave (bedd) is nearby. But the popular version of the story is a localised variant of an international folk tale told on this plaque. Click on the photo to enlarge.
This is the grave. The railing around it was the most convenient place to park my bicycle.
I’m glad to see I’m not the only cycling storyteller around…