The Rhinogydd range, rough and remote; the micro-breweries of Gwynedd; RS Thomas, the fierce preacher-poet of the Llyn Peninsula whose hard verses might be scratched into the hillsides themselves: if you’re a walker, a drinker of proper beer, a literary pilgrim or a combination of the three, North Wales has plenty going for it.
What it doesn’t have, depressingly, is a rugby scene.