On Saturday, my parents and I climbed the beautiful Mount Snowdon, the highest mountain in Wales, 1,085 metres above sea level, and the highest point in the British Isles south of the Scottish Highlands.
It was definitely a challenge, not because we were climbing a mountain, but because we were also battling the elements creating an epic final scene getting up to the mountain.
About half way through, I naively thought we had reached the top because I couldn’t see anything – we were walking around in the clouds. As we continued on, the winds began knocking us off our feet at 50mph. The rocks became steeper and they were very slippery from all of the moisture. The mist eerily blurred our vision but it was brilliant experiencing the sounds and shadowy figures in the distance.
At certain points, I was nearly swept off my feet – literally – and tumbled off the mountain, which was definitely a scary experience. It’s a good job none of us are afraid of heights!
Reaching the top with my parents was amazing. It was fantastic doing it with them, having a chin wag on the way and working together. They’re troopers and I can’t wait for our next adventure together; we’ll just have to round up the rest of the boys and get them along too!