All week, on the odd occasion we managed to get online, we've been looking at the weather forecast. It said the best day was going to be Saturday. Having got close to the top of Glyder Fawr last time we came here, we planned to make the climb this time around. This time it would work. We would choose the best day, get up early, and get our asses into gear.
And so it was that this morning, having set the alarm for 10am, I awoke sometime before it went off to the sound of rain pelting onto the roof.
Yesterday was lovely. We went to Capel Curig, and had a nice ramble in the hills. A fine precursor it would have been.
I went online this morning and checked the weather forecast. Perhaps after a wet start, things would brighten up, but no. Every online account matched the evidence of my eyes. The clouds stretched to the horizon, and they were low black heavy clouds with murder in their heart.
The websites though said this weather was for Sunday. Hang on a minute! what was going on? I moused over the clock in the bottom corner of my screen. It said Sunday, 21st April. But... But...
Somewhere along the line I lost track of the days. Our 9th anniversary was on the 18th. I thought it was a wednesday but it wasn't. We celebrated with my Mum and Dad, who also happened to be on holiday, in Anglesey.
No wonder the weather forecast for Saturday turned up a day early! And no wonder the weather scheduled for Sunday followed it. And no wonder Capel Curig was so busy!
We go home tomorrow. A day earler than we thought we were going. I have lots of photos to post, but not using a mobile broadband dongle in an area with lots of mountains nearby.
driving lessons in Wallasey? learn to drive in Wirral? driving instructor in Birkenhead?
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