Seventeen: Camping in Wales

Always writing but sometimes you have to get away from the desk. Here’s a shoddy map I drew, in the car on the way to Wales, for a WIP.

Our tents, tucked away behind some trees.

Enjoying the last light of the evening sun.

An angel gate.

Church bell.

Old bridges.

Afternoon motivation.

After a small ascent we realise that there’s a tough climb ahead.

A climb where I fell onto my butt or in some way so many times. The snow was so deep and I didn’t know whether my foot would hit solid ground or would push through to a foot deep. 

The four walkers at the top.

Together.

Glacial lakes.

Surrounded by snowy beauty.

Finally we begin our descent down to the lake and leave the snowy wilderness reluctantly behind.

I turn around and can hardly believe that there, in the distance, peaking out, is the summit we conquered. At this point, as I continue walking away and it recedes into the distance it feels as though the last few hours were a dream. Then my hips burn and my feet ache and I realise that it wasn’t.

 

A slow and foggy drive home.

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