Through the mist

The ridge between Aran Fawddwy and Aran Benllyn. On a clear day you can see for miles from here - west to Cadair Idris, north to the heart of Eryri/Snowdonia. This was not one of those days. It was wet and the cloud was thick, and the wind was strong enough to blow me off my feet. Still, we slogged the 12 miles from Dinas Mawddwy to Llanuwchllyn, and earned our supper. The following morning we watched Wales earn a narrow but glorious victory over Australia, and our aches and bruises faded into insignificance.

In extras: a first imposing glimpse of where we were heading; a rare flash of sunlight; and, at last, a sight of the lake, our destination.