There was really only one day whilst we were away that was a sensible option, weather wise, for climbing Snowdon, so we geared up appropriately and set out. Joe, Mr Uphilldowndale and Spud the dog climbed to the summit, I however wussed out; Tom kindly escorted me from the hill (perhaps he was thinking of my redisposition for wandering off the beaten track in search of a photo opportunity, the nearby Crib Goch isn’t somewhere you’d want to find yourself by accident ).
Tom and I found it no hardship to sit in the cafe back at the summit of Pen-y-Pass and drink hot chocolate, whilst we waited for their return*. There is of course a less arduous way to get to the summit of Snowdon.
Spud brought a collection of ticks back with his as a souvenir ughhhhh.