Snowdon – 7.7 miles

Up the Pyg Track, down the Miners’   5am.  Shell shock.  Cold, still dark.  The cooking stove glows in the grey dawn, a yellow light dares to peek over the mountains across the lake. A single star still wanders lonely across the fading night sky. Behind us, our foe is wrapped beneath a white shawl.Continue reading “Snowdon – 7.7 miles”