29 not out

I made my 29th consecutive Christmas Eve ascent of Moel Famau earlier today, accompanied by Carolyn, her sprogs, and a great dane named Minnie.

Moel Famau, Christmas Eve 2016

More photos here.

I'm beginning to think I might be in a rut. (As in a groove in the ground; not as in what deer get into.)

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28 not out

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.

On top of Moel Famau

On top of Moel Famau

On top of Moel Famau

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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25 not out

It's that time of year again. So did I make it up Moel Famau for the 25th consecutive Christmas Eve?

I certainly did:

Expedition team.

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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Vocation

Carolyn's elder daughter (10) to me (42) on Tuesday:

When I grow up, I want to be a teacher… You can shout at children all day, and you get to eat free toast.

She went on to explain that the free toast is funded from the takings of school fairs.

Before you dismiss this as wild conspiracy theory, I should point out that Carolyn's daughter appears to have inside knowledge: her mum manages the accounts for her school's fair.

This is how it started for Woodward and Bernstein.