I made my 26th consecutive Christmas Eve ascent of Moel Famau earlier today, accompanied by Carolyn and two of her sprogs.
I very nearly didn't go. I've been nursing a severely knackered left knee for most of the week (freak decorating injury, don't ask). But I hobbled up in the end. It was blowing a hooley. Carolyn, being Carolyn, forgot to bring a coat and gloves, so I loaned her my spares.
You will stop me if this becomes boring, won't you?