I woke up this morning to find one of Carolyn's random text-message queries awaiting me:
C: What is the plural of Hippopotamus?
R: Hippopotwomuses.
C: With a w?
R: It was a joke… Plural: HippopoTWOmuses!
C: That's a very early in the morning joke!
(And, yes, we did have a lovely time, thank you for asking.)
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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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.
A large number of people and dogs on top of Moel Famau earlier today.
As usual, it was very windy on top. So windy, in fact, that one of our team got blown away:
A teenager getting blown away this afternoon.
One particularly large gust even caught Carolyn off guard:
Carolyn caught off guard this afternoon.
As I've said before, you will stop me if this becomes boring, won't you?
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