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I remember calling in the car park and meeting a guy who was selling paintings of Snowdon, one of which I purchased and which hangs just to the right of my computer. The painting is great, showing the snowy peak. I was pretty convinced this was as close as I would EVER get to the summit of Snowdon. How wrong was I?

It was another day, fairly early start - BIG BREAKFAST - which followed a BIG CURRY the night before. BIG MEALS & WALKING MILES NOT RECOMMENDED :0)

We just about made the train and it was off up the mountain - fantastic views, but with a 45-minute drone of a recorded voice coming over the tannoy, I was almost wishing I was in work.

I said ALMOST ;0)

We get off at the mid way station and the path to Snowdon lies ahead. I set off keen. Iolo had told us this was a boring path - if this is boring, I'm an Olympic gold medal winner. The first part of the walk was huge and slippy. I was so glad to get to the top but more than a bit cheesed off by slobs who scatter rubbish in such a fantastic location. I HAD A GOOD RANT. Soon I could see the trig point of Snowdon (The Prize) ahead. We got there, shared a cake and enjoyed an excellent set of views with the odd whisp of cloud.

Before we headed back the 6 of us needed to be interviewed. I was last - DUE TO MY BLUBBER. People can be so hurtful :0(

Some of the interviews seemed to go on forever - I was concerned about the cold, but also very aware of a rapidly filling bladder. With no loo or even suitable cover anywhere in sight, I was as keen to go as quick as Lewis Hamilton on a good day.

In no time, with no mishap I was back at the train BUT our train was not due for 2 hours. We managed to fit 3 on one train, which was delayed as Iolo pampered his (elderly) fanbase with photos and kisses (THE HUSSY). It was clear that space on the next train was an issue and would involve a 30-minute wait . So I made the choice to walk...a BAD CHOICE inspired by a full bladder. I shot off in desperate hope of finding a suitable spot to ease my burden - nearly fell on rocks and walking quickly in this state soon became uncomfortable, so I trailed at the back. Then suddenly I saw a DRY stone wall and after leaving the WET stone wall, I was ready to walk. BUT with relief gained, my knees, ankles and the rest of this bulk I call home, was screaming at me to stop. BUT I WAS NOT STOPPING. My prayers were soon rewarded with a coffee and a bench back at the station :0)

Over two wonderful days Snowdonia exceeded all my expectations.

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