I made my 27th consecutive Christmas Eve ascent of Moel Famau earlier today, accompanied by four dogs, Irish Mick, and almost an entire soccer team provided by Carolyn (some of whom I had never met before). This wasn't so much a walk as an expedition.
As usual, it was very windy on top. So windy, in fact, that one of our team got blown away:
One particularly large gust even caught Carolyn off guard:
As I've said before, you will stop me if this becomes boring, won't you?