So I finallly climbed an actual mountain! Well, most of one. The climbing clubs’ traditional trip to North Wales was last weekend. And it was the wrong weather for actual climbing, so we went for a scramble up Tryfan instead. Pretty nice to start with, albeit hard work, I have a lovely picture of me sitting on the Cannon, about halfway up.
It did get a bit scary near the summit though because we were up in the clouds so it was wet and windy, so all the rocks were slippery and the wind was making a pretty determined effort to blow us off the mountain. So we were within about 50 metres of the summit when we decided things were getting too dangerous and found a way around and down the other side.