20 not out

20 not out
Toasting conspicuously absent friends.

It's Christmas Eve. That must mean I went up Moel Famau again, right?

Well, yes. But I very nearly didn't make it this year. I made the mistake of going for a practice walk with Irish Mick and his mate Geoff the day before (photos here). It was a great walk, but it reignited an old Achilles' tendon injury which I had been under the mistaken impression was finally healed (no pun intended). As a result, today's ascent wasn't so much a walk as a hobble. In the pouring rain. On my own.

But I had to do it because this year was the big two-oh: twenty consecutive Christmas Eve ascents of Moel Famau.

As I've said before, it's the closest thing I have to regular exercise.

See also:

Richard Carter

A fat, bearded chap with a Charles Darwin fixation.


  1. The ascent might have been easier if you hadn't carried a tripod up to allow you to phorograph yourself at the top!

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