Tag Snowdon
I’m on top of the world, or, at least, higher than anyone else in Wales or England right now. I’m with two of my three favourite people under a searing sky, a spiral of walkers fanning out patiently below us…. Continue Reading →
We are climbing Snowdon. Three generations, aged 11-74, me sandwiched in the middle with the continuing array of weird symptoms and a nose bleed at 3,000ft for good measure. Some Leeses express uncertainty that they’ll make it to the top…. Continue Reading →
