Well, its bad isn’t it when you get up in the morning, and have to instruct people in the art of scrambling up the North Ridge of Tryfan, for the second time in three days. A lesser man would bemoan the work. However it was another lovely day until just before the summit, after that I really didn’t see that much until we got back to the road, after the hill fog came in.
Another one of those days that you’d like to shove the Snowdonia MetOffice Forecast up the arse of the guy who wrote it, and call him a liar! Brightening throughout the day my arse.
One thing I did see today was the rock scar from the block that fell down Little and North gully’s over the winter. The block looks like it was the size of a family car, and having been down the gully yesterday and seen the debris it has left. I can only say that I hope nobody was in the gully at the time, as they wouldn’t have had a chance.