Well, it was bound to happen eventually. My 32-year streak of Christmas Eve ascents of the mighty Moel Famau in North Wales came to an end today. The pandemic was to blame, obviously.
I find myself surprisingly unbothered by the end of the streak. There are far more important things to be bothered about at the moment. But I do hope to start a new streak as soon as possible. If I can make the next streak last 32 years, I’ll be at least 89 by the time I break my personal record.
It’s worth a shot!
