Searching for a Signal

My Christmas present from Forrest was a camping trip to Wales to do some running together. The original plan was Pembrokeshire at the start of the summer but the chosen weekend didn't work, neither with the weather nor the cricket schedule. A few weeks ago, we decided on this weekend and a trip to Snowdonia. It coincided with a match against the bottom team in the league, one which Forrest was happy to miss.

I was delegated with making the precise plan. I wanted to introduce Forrest to Snowdon and its magnificent ridges. He wanted to combine some scrambling with a long run and a proper day out in the mountains. I chose a starting point on the west side of the mountain served by the lovely campsite beside Llyn Cwellyn.

We had so much stuff for the weekend that it was hard to imagine that we could have forgotten anything. Well, we had, or at least Forrest had: both a towel and his sunscreen! Schoolboy error. He couldn't find a signal for his phone either. It was actually rather wonderful to be able to escape from the noise of the world, especially that being generated by the on-going farce of the Tory leadership election. I mustn't start.