You have to love a country that has a rampaging red dragon on their flag. The legends, myths, colour and the relative seclusion of Wales, particularly the north, is a mecca for writers, and I'm one of them. Sitting on a three-thousand-year-old bronze age burial stone overlooking a twelfth century castle built to protect the route from Caenarfon to the upper Conway valley made me chill with excitiement, that and the rain. Scrambling...