Snowdon...

What a beautiful weekend...walking up Snowdon! It was incredible weather, although misty on the way up, but schorching hot on the way down and the whole of the next day. The countryside is stunning and north Wwales really is a place to get away from it all. I couldn't live there, but a couple of days in the peace and tranquility is all you need to get back to what counts in life.

I even enjoyed sleeping in a tent, something that I am renowned for hating with a passion - not that keen on sleeping outside in the cold and rain on a paper thin matress when a warm, cosy hotel room with en suite bath is literally round the corner! This time was different, as we had a bigger tent, with our own little bedroom pod, a lounge with a light and some camp chairs. I must be getting old, as for me there was nothing nicer than waking up in the elements, watching the sun rise, hearing the farm cockeral and boiling a little camp stove for the first cup of tea.

Walking up the mountain was tough, as there were two really long steep inclines and the ground was broken slate. I felt fine fitness wise, but my calves and hip flexors were pretty tight when we reached the half way point. It took two and a quarter hours to get to the summit and then one and three quarter hours to get down again. Getting down was also tough as the floor was damp and slippery. I do have some walking shoes, but opted for old runners, as my legs looked like golf clubs in the walking shoes - how vane, but needs must!

A fantastic weekend away and considering we left at 6am on Saturday morning and arrived home at 7pm Sunday night, it felt like we had been gone a lifetime - in a good way of course. :>) Funny that, as it was one night away, but it was enough to recharge the batteries and get back to civilisation with a clear head.