Well we made it Snowdon. Up all of 1085 metres and back down again, in under five hours. The weather let us down majorly on Saturday meaning that we couldn’t see a thing when we got to the summit, but at least we still have the sense of acheivement from it.
We went out for dinner and drinks in Bangor afterwards (much to the confusion of the owner of the hostel in which we were staying). The food in the Fat Cat was as good as I ever remember it. We stood and watched (at least the last 20 minutes) of the football in the yellow pub with the others. Me and Stace stayed neutal while Paul and Bryan cheered at England’s and Austria’s goals, respectively. I hadn’t been out in Bangor for a while – it was good.
This morning we went to pick Paul’s car up from where we’d left it in Bangor, going via Swallow Falls and Llanfairpwll in perfect weather, before setting off back. It was far too short a weekend, but hopefully there’ll be another time (with better weather, perhaps).
Here’s a photo of us looking like catalogue models in front of Swallow Falls earlier today. The rest of the photos are here.
Been really busy the last couple of days so still not had time to go through the photos from the other night.
Went out to Brum with Dave last night. Carly’s birthday meal the other week made me realise that there’s more to the place than the Bullring and DV8, and last night just served to reinforce that. If I’m around here for another few months (as it looks like I will be) then I think more trips like that will be required.
I’m going up to Wales tonight for the long-awaited Hurst 12 Snowdon trip. The weather looks good. We have maps, boots and a hostel booked. There’ll be no more blogging until Sunday evening at the earliest, but I’m taking my camera.
Also, my legs feel funny.
I’ve just remembered what happened to the the Degree 15 off the table in those pictures. Erk.
The last time I was late for work due to having got very very drunk the night before was the night last summer when I fell asleep on the night bus and ended up at Buckingham Palace at 3am in the morning. Last night’s activities to celebrate James’s 23rd most certainly lived up to that, but I think we’re all paying for it today :-).
Currently sitting on my desk is an empty coffee mug (must make more) and a large bottle of water from the water cooler. I’m starting to feel better, slowly. To echo matt’s thoughts, I’ll blog more when I’m feeling up to it. For now, the photos are shared on the network, for those of you with access.