It’s that time of year again. So did I make it up Moel Famau for the 25th consecutive Christmas Eve?
I certainly did:
The Silver Jubilee Expedition team.
An excellent turn out! Irish Mick and Carolyn had a lot of catching-up to do. The last time they saw each other, she wasn’t even a mum!
Twenty-five years! It’s official: I’m in a rut.
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Is it really 24th December already? Greetings LIVE from an extremely windy Moel Famau (yes, we now have the technology).
Carolyn and her family are here too.
24 years on the trot. I should probably try to get a life.
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It’s that time of year again. 24th December. So did I make it up Moel Famau for the 23rd consecutive Christmas Eve today?
You betcha!
Carolyn and me on top of Moel Famau this afternoon.
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(You will let me know if this starts to become boring?)
It’s 24th December, so the question on everyone’s lips is did Richard make it to the top of Moel Famau for the 22nd consecutive Christmas Eve today?
Oh ye of little faith:
Carolyn and kids at the top
Actually, to be honest, I wanted to call it off on account of the heavy snow, but Carolyn and her three kids were pretty persuasive. I’m glad they were: the snow was fantastic.
More photos here.
oasting conspicuously absent friends encore une fois.
You will let me know if I’m becoming predictable, won’t you?
Toasting conspicuously absent friends.
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.
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.