Sunday, March 29, 2009
Sunday nothing and 1978 adventure.
I hope I am now ready to start living again.
But each time just as I think that I start to cough violently!
I have had enough of nothingness now.
Tomorrow we will be at the shop. We must pack a box with things we would like to display on our shelves.
Today is sort of the first day of summer. The clocks moved forward an hour and we will suddenly start to enjoy lighter evenings.
And today was the first Formula 1 Grand Prix race of the season. Bill has, of course, watched it. Maybe results will turn out differently this year - but the one on pole position at the start also took the chequered flag, as is so usual.
I did a jigsaw puzzle - well 2 actually, whilst I watched the final day of the cycling world championships.
The 2 puzzles are in one box - and show The Houses of Parliament, London and the Sydney harbour Bridge. They date from the 1930s.
I don't know how chilly it has felt outdoors - haven't ventured out.
But we certainly ventured far on an August day in 1978.
We had not really intended to reach the summit of Snowdon.
We were camping near Conwy, having visited friends in Shropshire first. Ashley developed mumps in Shropshire and then Jamie went down with German measles in Conwy.
Surely wise parents would allow a 9 year old and a 7 year old to recover rather than march them to the top of the mountain.
But it seemed like it was their decision - mostly Jamie's, I guess.
Ashley has been to the top several times since - but Bill and I have not.
Here are the pictures which tell the story of that day 31 years ago. The pictures are scans of colour slides that Bill always took when we holidayed. The colours have faded a bit over the years.
We set off along the Miner's Track at about 1 0'clock . We decided to walk a way and then stop for the picnic we were carrying.
Posing at the summit.
Looking down on Llyn Llydaw.
A slim young man on the path!
We took pictures from down there last week - the ones with Snowdon reflections.
But each time just as I think that I start to cough violently!
I have had enough of nothingness now.
Tomorrow we will be at the shop. We must pack a box with things we would like to display on our shelves.
Today is sort of the first day of summer. The clocks moved forward an hour and we will suddenly start to enjoy lighter evenings.
And today was the first Formula 1 Grand Prix race of the season. Bill has, of course, watched it. Maybe results will turn out differently this year - but the one on pole position at the start also took the chequered flag, as is so usual.
I did a jigsaw puzzle - well 2 actually, whilst I watched the final day of the cycling world championships.
The 2 puzzles are in one box - and show The Houses of Parliament, London and the Sydney harbour Bridge. They date from the 1930s.
I don't know how chilly it has felt outdoors - haven't ventured out.
But we certainly ventured far on an August day in 1978.
We had not really intended to reach the summit of Snowdon.
We were camping near Conwy, having visited friends in Shropshire first. Ashley developed mumps in Shropshire and then Jamie went down with German measles in Conwy.
Surely wise parents would allow a 9 year old and a 7 year old to recover rather than march them to the top of the mountain.
But it seemed like it was their decision - mostly Jamie's, I guess.
Ashley has been to the top several times since - but Bill and I have not.
Here are the pictures which tell the story of that day 31 years ago. The pictures are scans of colour slides that Bill always took when we holidayed. The colours have faded a bit over the years.
We set off along the Miner's Track at about 1 0'clock . We decided to walk a way and then stop for the picnic we were carrying.
The Miner's Track was not such a smooth an easy path in those days.
There were lots of photos of this lake - Llyn Llydaw on the previous 2 blogs.
Our picnic spot. This was a little further along the track than Bill and I walked last week.
Our picnic spot. This was a little further along the track than Bill and I walked last week.
As we climbed the summit became shrouded with cloud and we were a little worried that we had been foolish.
But as we reached the top it all cleared to create ethereal, magical views.
Posing at the summit.
We saw the last train go down. We knew then that we would have to complete the walk back to the car. That was a little daunting. But also it was fantastic because the mountain was then almost empty.
We went down the Pig Track. It was rough and rocky.
Looking down on Llyn Llydaw.
A slim young man on the path!
We took pictures from down there last week - the ones with Snowdon reflections.
As we descended we did wonder what might have happened to the car. It was mid summer and we joined the many cars who had parked along the roadside because there was no room in the car park.
We knew that this was not legal but hoped there was safety in numbers - and after all we were not going to be very long.
By this hour - about half past eight we felt sure our car would stand alone; if it was there at all - what if it had been towed away?
Phew! The car was there with a parking ticket tucked under the wipers. We were so relieved to see it that the amount we had to pay seemed as nothing. And so it was compared with 21st century parking fines.
We picked up fish and chips close to the camp site and relaxed our aching legs.
The next morning Bill allowed our walking shoes some glory!
The next morning Bill allowed our walking shoes some glory!
