Footstep in the sands of Wadi Rum, Jordan, 2008


Here we all are at the very top of Snowdon:

Jeremy, Darren and Clare, James, Amanda, Nicky, me, Marisa.

And here’s how we got there…

Maentwrog – The Grapes Hotel

We stayed at a 19th century Coaching Inn (apparently, one of the cellars dates back to the 13th century) in the village of Maentwrog, in the heart of the Snowdonia National Park.

Some early arrivals on the Friday evening: Darren, Amanda, Marisa, Clare, and (front) Nicky.

Darren’s turn with the digital camera gives me an early chance to add my own mug to this page.

The view from the balcony of the hotel.


Located in the Snowdonia National Park, Snowdon is a 1,085m/3,560ft high lump of rock that people “walk” up for fun. Luckily, on the day we happen to try this sort of fun the weather is fantastic. Clear blue skies, warm air, gentle breeze. It’s hard to imagine that people can – and do – get into serious trouble when bad weather closes in. Not that is was a stroll in the park for us. The heat made it hard work, requiring us to stop often for water breaks.

Setting out.

No train for us!

Straight up, then take a left.

After three hours we make it to the top (along with a surprisingly large number of others).

James is clearly ecstatic to have made it.

Me and my little Canadian pin badge at the top of Snowdon.

Next: Portmeirion