Yesterday I climbed a mountain that’s higher than the tallest peaks in Ireland, Gabon, Isle of Man, Bangladesh, England, Tonga, Cornwall, Brittany, Palestine, Hungary, Togo, Trinidad and Tobago, Paraguay, Jersey, Mauritius, The Netherlands, Guernsey, Sark, Malvinas, Burkina Faso, Belgium, Senegal, Luxembourg, Uruguay, Moldova, Gibraltar, Belarus, Barbados, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Kuwait, Malta, Denmark, Singapore, Monaco, Qatar, Nauru, Tuvalu, The Maldives and quite a few others.
It’s one of the most overwhelming, formidable and fantastic things I’ve ever done. I’m 99% sure I spotted Brwynddail y Mynydd (Lloydia Serotina / Snowdon Lily) and I cried at least 3 times before I even stood at the peak – all before I shouted “YES SCOTLAND” at the top of my lungs. And to achieve such a feat alongside the wonderful Angharad Griffiths topped everything off to an incredible scale.
I sincerely hope that my pictures below do justice to the majesty of Cymru’s tallest mountain. I hope that they convey the mystic and heroic hue that has engulfed determined hikers for centuries.
Proud smiley face😀