On Thursday the 6th of October we travelled from our home to the Plas Dolmelynllyn Hall Hotel in Snowdonia in anticipation of a lovely long weekend walking with members of the Pathfinders. This trip had been organised for us by Malcolm who, very sadly, was unable to join us owing to the fact that he had broken his foot a couple of months earlier. This however, had not deterred him from arranging all our accommodation and walking requirements and for this I would like to express our thanks for all the hard work he put in on behalf of our group. Continue reading October Weekend in Snowdonia
For a long time now I have nurtured an ambition to try my hand at a Via Ferrata route. And when Bob and I started to discuss this years holiday it seemed as though everything could just drop into place.
It was a particularly blustery day when we found ourselves sitting on top of the hill. “This is a great spot you located for lunch,” stated Malcolm through a mouth full of cheese sandwich. “Yes, I thought my head was going to blow off as we came over that last crest,” said Debbie, taking the last bite from the giant apple she had been devouring. “These giant boulders must have been here for centuries, don’t you think,” iterated James. “What do you think Mary?” he asked, intentionally dragging me away from my self-imposed food orgy. The cake was next. Licking the crumbs off my fingers, I looked around. “Have you noticed just how well placed each rock is?” “Placed!! So you think they were put here and not just some random nature thing,” asked Harry, as he placed his bottle of water safely on top of the slab he was using as a table top. “Well, let’s look at this logically,” interrupted Bob, as he made his way down from the top of the rocks he had been exploring. All heads turned in his direction except Fran who mumbled under her breath, “see what you’ve started.” Continue reading THE CHILD WHO NEVER WAS – A Ghostly Christmas Tale by Mary
It was a misty morning. The wet haze hung low in the watery sky and the dew was heavy on the still lush garden plants. Winter’s icy grip just a hair’s breath away. The day promised many things, of which, the warmth of the sun was, by far, the most important. Rain had dominated all week, but for now, the sun shone and Autumn was again to show it’s colourful smile. Continue reading Spellbound in the Cotswolds – Guest Blog by Mary
Well, I’m back and would you believe a little fitter and a little leaner. I’ve missed talking to you all and I hope you missed me.
Although I have not been blogging, I have been walking, and as usual, I have been dragged through mud, pushed up mountains, forced to cross swollen rivers, compelled to clamber over rock strewn pathways and even led through snow white blizzards. Actually, I shouldn’t complain, the snowstorms weren’t so bad, considering most of them were washed away by the incessant, torrential downpours. Continue reading Roaming in the Gloaming
Twelve months ago we walked the Tour du Mont-Blanc, our first foray into the Alps and apart from the weather we had a fantastic time. And so, my nearest and dearest side-kick suggested we return. “Why not?” was my gleeful response. Like quick silver he was scanning all possibilities, exploring all options, delving into all the travel companies and their tours. Once again K.E. came out on top with the Walkers Haute Route – Chamonix to Zermatt. “Only one level up from Mont Blanc” said my delighted spouse, “we can do that!” “Of course we can” was my slightly doubtful answer. Continue reading Up, up and away on the Walkers Haute Route – Mont Blanc to the Matterhorn.
THE GHOSTS OF FRANTIC CASTLE!
I pondered, as I walked along. “It’s nearly Christmas,’’ I said aloud. “Yes, only a month away,’’ agreed Fran. “Got anything planned?’’ I inquired. “No nothing specific. Jenny and Will are coming Christmas day, but then it’s going to be really quiet for us.’’ Les and Steve, listening into the conversation, piped up together, ‘’love Christmas. Wish people were that jolly all year round.’’ “Oh no!!’’ said Bob, ‘’couldn’t take all that ho ho hoing.’’ Continue reading A Horror Story for Christmas by Spooky Mary – AAAAAAAAAGGGGGH!!!
November, it’s such a lovely time of year. Expectant, yet languid. The end of a year is growing ever closer and a new year awaits in anticipation. What will this year bring, no one knows, we hold our breath as we ponder what has gone before. Will this be a better year, will prosperity seek us out, will our health falter, will our families grow or diminish. Whatever, it cannot be changed, fate does as destiny foretells. So, as we ponder, we realise, live for today, enjoy all our tomorrows and savour our yesterdays, the best is yet to come. Continue reading Something to remember, a walk in November – a guest blog by Mary
Summer is drawing to a close, nights are getting longer, daylight is fading. Autumn approaches with it’s usual stealthy footsteps, lurking in the shadows of the still warm, shortening days. Leaves frantically cling to branches with their last remaining strength as the green slowly changes to deepening reds, translucent pinks, rich ambers and glowing yellows. Continue reading Dark Beauty of the Mynd – a guest blog by Mary
Well, we thought about it, talked about it, saved up a bit and finally booked it! What? Why the classic Tour du Mont-Blanc of course!
Formerly the majority of our walking has been done in the good old UK, ranging from day expeditions to long distance paths. We tend to enjoy long trails and as such have completed a fair amount, but never before had our valiant feet travelled overseas to plod great distances. Continue reading A stroll around Mont-Blanc