The only mountains I saw this weekend were on a projection in the Union Chapel. It was interesting to note that almost all of the non-climbing/expedition films were quite lacking in story and shown primarily for the quality of the cinematography. The Reel Rock story of Honnold was particularly funny, if only for the awkward discussion on his love life.
We traversed the high points of the Brecon Beacons, from Fan y Big to Corn Du on the Saturday, and following a wild camp a long walk back around on the Sunday. A thankfully dry weekend for my first trip across the South of Wales.
Torrential rain on leaving the bunkhouse, so rather than slog up a horrendously wet mountain, we ran round a lap of Cwm Idwal then headed for the pub.
With the snow too soft to climb, I set off across Crib Goch with Tom and Katherine for a winter traverse in the cloud. Half way along, building an igloo large enough to stand up in and stand on top of seemed like a better plan, so we did.
