I expressed my hesitations about heading up the scramble in such awful weather. Sarah told me to man up and get on with it so Toby and I jumped back into the BBV and made our way to Ogwen Cottage.
This was Toby's first time on a high graded scramble, the plan was to move together with me leading the route. As I tied into the rope the heavens opened and rain poured down. Joy.
The first section of the route involves climbing a steep(ish) wall but on big holds. In summer its a joy to scamper up. In the rain, not so much. And boy did it rain!
Over the course of the next 2 hours it rained, Sleeted, hailed and finally snowed. Oh and the wind was relentless. At points the winds were blowing strongly enough that I stuck my head over the ridge, to be battered by the wind and forced to beat a hasty retreat below the arete. We climbed relatively quickly although the cold and wet slowly sapped our energy.
as the weather worsened moves that, in the summer, you wouldn't think twice about took on an altogether more daunting nature.
I'm sorry to admit that when I finally topped out on the large grassy plateau, know as the football pitch, on Y Gribin Ridge I was slightly relieved. Toby climbed up to join me. He looked drained. Given the weather and the exhaustion we were feeling, we decided to head down to the van and then over to the Siabod Cafe for coffee and cake to recover. Thus abandoning our plans to meet Sarah and Rachel under the Cantilever stone on the summit of Glyder Fach, we turned towards warmth and cake.
Much later once warm, caffeinated, and relaxed we cold both look back on the adventure with a sense of enjoyment.