When a friend asked me whether I’d had a good trip in Snowdonia I had to respond ‘kind of’. That’s probably the best way of putting it. Close but no cigar.
I’d hoped originally to make use of the Bank Holiday weekend by heading up to Torridon with a friend of mine, Stephen Sellman. Whilst my last trip with him up to Assynt had been very successful despite a seriously iffy weather forecast, this time it looked much more dreary, most notably with low cloud forecast every day. Being the mountain addict I am, that simply wouldn’t do, particularly with a massive 10 hour drive involved. So we headed up to Snowdonia to roll the dice there instead.
Rather than write an overly verbose account the trip I thought this time I would just share captioned images. Which I think explain it pretty well without making the reader drowsy.