And I found the place I had been looking for without really knowing what I was looking for. Showdonia:

A cottage at the foot of Mount Snowdon, 200 years old, hardly changed since it was built.

The mountains visible from every window, there in the morning by my bed, at my table, during my bath.

Sheep in the garden and all around. A raven that woke me each morning by tapping at the window.

And the moods of the mountain, ever-changing.

I have never written so much and so well and the soul of this place seeped into my writing and made it oh so much more than it had been.

I miss this place which found its way into my heart and stayed.