Snowdon

Snowdon

Bryn Posey

Woah!! As we drove towards Snowdon it rose in front of us higher and higher. Oh and surprise surprise the top of it was surrounded in mist. The whole of Wales, the Lake District and Scotland had been given a severe weather warning. Joy of joy, pound to a penny it was going to rain, or be very windy at the least.

The trail meandered towards Snowdon with the steam trains criss-crossing in front of us tooting their whistles. We strode on towards the top and the winds grew and then the mists descended we crossed under the railway and turned towards the summit. The railway line ran along next to dropping out of view and then coming back in again guiding us towards the top. Then all of a sudden perfectly made steps with a lovely wall running along side and we where at the top the wind began blowing so hard that we had to crouch to climb the last few steps to the top, hanging on to each other we touched the trig point smiled and tentatively crawled our way down.

One amazing thing I have realised is that I remember more of the route on the way down than I do on the way, may because on the way up I’m Blowing out my A*se.

The views on the way down where stunning looking up at the Llanberris pass with it’s dramatic drop offs. As we ran down the valley the view that opened up was amazing. Eight down, only two to go by this point we had run nearly 100km my legs are tired. Me and Darren have started fantasising about real food steak and ale pie, Sunday lunch… oh only twenty four more hours to go and then I can relax in my own bed yeahhhhhhhhhh.