The needle on the barometer dropped off the scale this week. The winds blew, rain fell and snow began to settle on the mountain tops. I've been mostly coughing and spluttering!
On Friday, the rivers filled with water, but I wasn't able to fit in a final white water run, due to carol singing commitments!
The weekend continued to be wild and neither of us had the energy or inclination to venture up into the mountains. Instead, a gentle walk from The Cottage and some fireside relaxation easily filled the day on Saturday, although I did manage to make it out to a Christmas party in the evening. Driving back over the tops, in the dark, it was snowing heavily and fresh white flakes covered the road.
By Sunday, the snow had retreated back up into the hills, so we took the opportunity to cycle over to the Moel y Ci Christmas fair. It was looking quite bright when we left The Cottage, but on arrival, the heavens opened. We took shelter in amongst the stalls and picked up some local pressies. A break in the rain was our signal to leave and we peddled hard all the way home, with huge rumbles of thunder and hail stones on our tail! Thankfully, we were only a few hundred metres away from home when the full force caught up and soaked us!
The final activity of the day was get packed up for our next travels and make it to Fort Martin in time for a night cap. No easy task given the tight time constrains, but some how we were driving away by six and sipping Baileys by ten. One of the good things about going on an expedition or trip is that you have to minimise everything. In some ways, things are simpler when you have less choice.
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