This path looked different in the daylight. It looked different going up instead of down too.
For starters, it seemed much steeper. My heavy breathing and visible sweating despite the cold temperatures was testament to that.
Also, there seemed to be a jolly lot of boulders, cold and slippery, that we were having to clamber over.
But as I stopped to admire the view once more, Llyn Peris a shimmery grey blue in the near distance lapping at the foothills of Wales’ Mt Snowdon, I realised this was quite a different journey to last time. Continue reading