More snow..... keep it coming - Ogwen, Sunday 2nd December

You need just the right amount of snow to bring out the bones, veins and arteris of the mountain. To much, and a familiar face is lost in the crowd. To little, and the familiar is overlooked. I can think of  numerous times on a summer evening when a setting sun has cast just the right shaddow, shouting out an unknown subtle ridge or buttress. A flurry of snow does the same, creating small neural pathways of ice, a marbled fillet of rock.

On the way up Tin Can Alley i exchanged the usual greetings with a bright Yellow waterproof, 'mornin, lookin like good un today' unexpectedly the waterproof replied "Rob? bloody ell not seen you in years", 1/2 a second later, "Bloody 'ell Dave, not seen you either, how you doing?" Chat chat chat....... who's alive? not dead i hope, Chat chat..keep in touch. Dave went up Tryfan.
We carry on "That was Dave, you remember, Dave the Poet," "ooooh yeah" He's quite good you know http://www.textician.co.uk/biography