I made my 28th consecutive Christmas Eve ascent of Moel Famau earlier today, accompanied by Carolyn, her sprogs, her niece, her niece's mum, and two dogs.
It pissed down for the first 5 minutes of our walk, then the sun came out and it was all rather glorious. Am I a jammy git or what?
(As I've said before, you will stop me if this becomes boring, won't you?)
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