That slight drizzle that the Welsh prefer to call “mist” didn’t bother us at all as we walked about the tiny village of Beddgelert. Wales may often be “misty,” but it is also delightful—and Beddgelert is a good example of what makes it so. This tiny village of only 300 is exactly the sort of place for which the much-overused word “quaint” was invented. At the foothills of Mount Snowdon, Britain’s highest mountain outside Scotland, at a spectacular spot where two rivers and three valleys come together, its picture-perfect fieldstone and slate homes and shops tidily blend into the landscape—pleasing to the eye and giving the impression of sturdiness and durability. We had begun our visit to the northern region of Wales in Conwy, one of Britain’s lesser-known and underappreciated historic towns. Small (pop. 3,800), pleasant, in just a bit from the Irish Sea, and only an hour or so …