Today saw my sixteenth annual Christmas Eve ascent of Moel Famau in North Wales. Unlike last year, it was remarkably dry, and I had company in the form of Irish Mick, his dad and Stense.

[By the way Stense/Mick, when I said it was the fifteenth anniversary this year, I wasn't so much lying as getting my maths wrong. So much for my not-so-hard-earned science degree.]