Unfortunately the person that I had planed to spend Thursday with cancelled, however at the last minuet I managed to tag along with a friend Jane, who was taking her elderly father and an inexperienced friend up Crib Goch. I jumped at the opportunity to get up a hill.
We agreed on an early start. With no idea how long it would take to inch our way along the notoriously exposed and narrow ridge, it seamed best to give ourself a fighting chance to make the most of the daylight.
The day started badly as I managed to pour the best part of a pint of coffee over my bed and kit bag. The day got better from then on. I met Jane outside Nita's B&B and was introduced to Phill (Jane's Dad) and Wayne (Jane's friend) oh and Nita, we then jumped in the car and headed up to the Pen y Pass.
After a bit of faffing we headed off up the Pyg track towards the Crib Goch turning. The mountain was shrouded with cloud and it looked rather brooding and daunting. Yet undeterred our intrepid crew carried on towards the promise of exciting scrambling.