The sun was shining, and the midges starting to nibble, as
we boarded the bus to Pen-y-Pass – and before we knew, we’d all worked up a
light sweat and were contemplating the climb up to Crib Goch. It was not an entirely un-gruelling ascent –
at least one of our number chipped a nail – but we made it, and the red ridge
provided its usual mix of heady spectacle and occasional mild terror. Up to the cafe on top for cups of tea and/or
Purple Moose, down the Watkin Path and a tired slog through a lazy valley to
Beddgelert, serenaded by a cuckoo for about quarter of an hour. A long day but, as always, Snowdon proved
unforgettably awesome.
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