I walked up Snowdon last week.
It was a great experience, made even better by the glorious sunshine and pleasant breeze that meant there was zero need for my expensively acquired waterproof trousers.
It was my friend Claire and I that made the trip happen – we’ve been wanting to get up there for years, and with Claire’s surname being Snowdon, it’s always felt like it was meant to be, so this year we gathered a 14-strong group together and made it happen.
Spoiler alert, we made it!
But when I said I “walked” up Snowdon, I actually meant “scramble and climb”.
We opted for the Pyg track route, which I’d been assured by everyone who’d been up Snowdon would be fine, problem-free and ‘easy’ as long as the weather holds.
Hard work? Yes.
Living as I do in Goring on Thames, there weren’t exactly plentiful opportunities to practice for this kind of terrain.
And having signed up, bought the gear, there was definitely an “Oh sh*t” moment, standing at the bottom of the path looking up.