It's that time of year again: Christmas Eve—time for my annual ascent of Moel Famau. That's 19 years out of 19.
Stense and Carolyn both stood me up this year, so I had to make do with Irish Mick.
The weather was absolutely amazing: bloody freezing down in the car park, but with incredible views over to Snowdonia, marred only by the obligatory wind powerstation (which, I couldn't help observing, was becalmed).
We passed through a layer of low mist and up into sunshine, giving me one of the best cloud sea views I've seen for many years. Then, after a cup of tea and a photo opportunity, we headed back down into the woods and mist.
Here's to number 20.
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Tonight, Matthew, I'm going to be Brian Blessed!
Don't you mean, "TONIGHT, MATTHEW, I'M GOING TO BE BRIAN BLESSED!"?
Or even in ITALICS to portray his artistic leaning?