The View From The Top

It was a fine day in North Wales as the entire Team Roberts set off from base camp in Llanberis. The Groupie stayed with us for the first very steep section out of the town and then left OG and Daughters Number 1 & 2 to strike on for the summit. At the point of Groupie's departure she took the attached photo of the summit team.

The mountain was busy with human traffic on the last bank holiday weekend before Cristmas - the crowds can be tiresome but one has to be glad that so many people are still taken with Snowdonia's beauty. By the time we slogged on to the summit, the walkers were swelled by those on the train. All were rewarded with vast views across to Ireland on one of those rare days when there is no obstructive cloud. DN2's picture attached as evidence.

 

What a great day. And do you know what, it just kept giving. For tea we had haddock and chips from the brilliant Golden Fry in Benllech - with mushy peas and curry sauce.

This has been the first time we have all been together at the country estate for nine years. Let it not be so long again.

We're All Climbing Up The Sunshine Mountain

just for information I'm not as fat as the bottom left picture suggests - I had my top knotted around my waist!

Well actually once we got past half way on the Pyg track we were shrouded in mist. To complete the difficulties there were very strong winds but nothing was going to stop the Overgraduate and his number one daughter (I speak chronologically) from reaching the peak of Yr Wyddfa (that's Snowdon to you and me) last Saturday. A brilliant day in excellent company and with Sharon acting as taxi at either end of our exertions. This was part of Helen's training for Kilimanjaro next January. As for Snowdon I'm going to do it again on a sunny day when I can see for miles. Bosting fun. And there was surpassingly excellent home made chilli con carne back at base camp.

We went up the Pyg track which is not for those averse to a bit of scrambling but discretion was the better part of valour on the way down and we came down the Llanberis path. The winds were brutal enough to blow me off my feet at one point in the descent, fortunately suffering nothing worse than a sprained ankle. I repeat, bosting day.