Saturday morning I drove to a camp site at the foot of Cadair Idris in North Wales… pitched up the tent then set off with the usual crowd to the summit. Was a nice walk with only a bit of wind and the odd small hail shower thrown in. The summit was surprisingly busy for December to be honest especially as we passed nobody else on the way up our route.

Once down it was Daz’s home-made chilli for tea and a few hours of talking rubbish around the camp fire. There was only one small interruption when Garry locked his keys inside his car with his stereo on. To save us from listening to that all night there was a window / rock solution provided by Matt, followed up by a cling film bandaid curtousy of Daz.

Anyway, I’m back in one piece despite the damp field I woke up in this morning and the tent will be drying out in the garage for the next few weeks no doubt.