Llyn Coch (Red Lake)
If you ascend Yr Wyddfa (Mount Snowdon) on the Snowdon Ranger path you will encounter Llyn Coch. Legend has it that this lake is a favourite abode of the Tylwth Teg (Fairy Folk). There is a ‘Fairy Bride’ legend associated with the lake, one version of which goes something like this:
One misty day, a farmer was fishing in Llyn Coch. Suddenly a gust of wind cleared the mist to reveal a little man standing on a ladder in the lake, thatching a stack. After a while the vision faded away and there was just a ripple on the water where the man had been. The farmer often visited the lake after this event, but he saw nothing remarkable until one hot day in autumn. Whilst riding near the lake he took his horse into the water to quench its thirst. As the horse was drinking, he was looking idly at the ripples, when to his astonishment he became aware of a beautiful face just beneath the surface looking up at him. As he sat there, the head and shoulders which belonged to the face emerged from the water. He jumped down from the horse and rushed towards the damsel. As he got there the vision vanished, but instantly reappeared in another part of the lake.
Again he rushed towards it, and again it disappeared. This happened five times, after which the farmer gave up and went home. The following day the farmer went to the lake once again, in the hope of seeing the beautiful damsel again, but for a long time there was no sign of her. To help with the boredom while he waited, he took out of his pocket some apples of rare and delicious quality which had been given to him by a neighbour, and began to eat one. Suddenly the lady appeared in all her dazzling beauty fairly close to him, and begged him to throw her one of his apples. “If you want an apple you must get it yourself,” said the farmer, and he held out an apple to her. Tempted, she came closer to him, and as she took the apple from his left hand, he seized tight hold of her with his right hand. She screamed at the top of her voice, and an old man, with a long white beard and a wreath of water-lilies, appeared out of the midst of the lake. “Oh, mortal, what wouldest thou with my daughter?” he asked of the farmer. The farmer said that his heart would break unless the nymph consented to be his wife. After a lengthy discussion, the father agreed to the union on one condition, which was that the young man should not strike his daughter with clay. The wedding took place at once, and the couple lived happily together. One day his fairy wife expressed a longing for some of those delicious apples with which the farmer had tempted her out of the lake. So, the husband went to the neighbour who grew them, and brought back not only some apples, but a beautiful young apple sapling, as a present from their friend. This they at once started plant in a hole. “It is deep enough now” declared the farmer, and for luck he threw the last spade of clay over his shoulder. It was unfortunate that he didn’t look where he was throwing the clay, for it fell right against the breast of his wife. She immediately shouted, “Fare thee well, dear husband,” and ran into the lake disappearing beneath the water.