Well that was rather damp!

Went off to Caernarfon with my dad with the intention of going walking up various nice places - Tryfan, the Glyders etc. Friday night was even quite nice, with me managing to take some nice photos. We stayed in a little independent hostel just by the harbour and Crown Court. It was down one of those little back streets where you can wander about admiring the architecture while also thinking “100 years ago I’d have been mugged and stuffed on a boat by now”. It had a definite Captain Hook feel to it

Woke up the next morning to mist, murk and nastyness. Drove to the Ogwen Valley and saw wall-to-wall mist. Then, in a fit of insanity, walked up Y-Garn in the wall-to-wall mist. Strangely someone had decided to dump two PC monitors over a wall in the carpark. Very odd seeing bits of PC lying around the hillside.

After being blown sideways we descended into The Devil’s Kitchen, walked round the lake and back to the car. It was only 3pm and having nothing better to do a trip into Llanberis was decided on. I bought two nice prints from Mountain Art. It’s a little shop on the high street and I’ve always liked the detail in his pictures. Most mountain paintings seem to be of the “misty hills and clouds” variety. These pictures show rock structure of a detail only a climber could paint, I’ve seen guidebooks that are less well drawn

Also, to keep up a tradition in the area that has been going since 1978, we went to Pete’s Eats and stuffed ourselves with insanely large amounts of food and mugs of tea. If you’re in Llanberis and it’s raining it’s your right to go into Pete’s Eats and consume cups of tea.

The next day was even worse. We’d moved to the Pen-Y-Pas youth hostel and had intended to walk up the mountains behind the YHA as it involved no driving and was easy. But no, the weather decided we should go and plod around the lake at the bottom of Snowdon. Still, I got to play with my waterproof camera taking photos of the rain We saw so many ill-equipped people plodding around too. Everything from cheap “waterproofs” that weren’t to the “We just stopped here because it is famous and went up the path” crew who were wearing whatever they put on that morning - jeans and a fancy jacket usually. Some of the truly mad were off up Crib Goch in the mist and rain and wind. Been there, done that, it’s no good if you can’t see.

Take a look at my pictures here