http://www.hiraeth.org.uk/blog/2009/09/19/snowdon-summit-beautiful-or-a-hen%e2%80%99s-breakfast-discuss/ Connecting with the land of Wales Sun, 22 Jan 2012 16:02:00 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://www.hiraeth.org.uk/blog/2009/09/19/snowdon-summit-beautiful-or-a-hen%e2%80%99s-breakfast-discuss/comment-page-1/#comment-3 Helen Hunter Sun, 20 Sep 2009 20:38:15 +0000 http://www.hiraeth.org.uk/blog/?p=47#comment-3 Good to hear your thoughts on Snowdon's summit as it is today. I had heard most of the recent saga of the new caff and the railway but did wonder what the final (expensive) result was like. Steven and I have nightmare memories of Snowdon unfortunately - and the old caff was just a grim stop in the middle! We stayed in a friend's cottage at the foot of a track (but can't remember which one). Our friend's father was the type (up to his fifties) to climb the summit and return for breakfast before the rest of the household awoke. But Steven and I were there alone. It was a lovely day when we first started to climb - but just as we reached the last few hundred feet across the well-worn scree tracks the cloud descended and we became completely lost. It was very frightening crawling around in loose scree, but we did make it to that awful caff and had a cup of tea. Then we went down the pyg track I think - knowing that we would end up a fair distance from the cottage. The rain was torrential - we were exhausted. Then when we finally reached the car park we realised that it was Sunday and there were no buses to wait for at the bus stop. Thank the Lord we knocked on a driver's car window and a v kind guy from Chester took us back. Leg's shaking and frozen we climbed in to a hot bath and vowed never, ever to climb a mountain again!! Good to hear your thoughts on Snowdon’s summit as it is today. I had heard most of the recent saga of the new caff and the railway but did wonder what the final (expensive) result was like.
Steven and I have nightmare memories of Snowdon unfortunately – and the old caff was just a grim stop in the middle!
We stayed in a friend’s cottage at the foot of a track (but can’t remember which one). Our friend’s father was the type (up to his fifties) to climb the summit and return for breakfast before the rest of the household awoke. But Steven and I were there alone.
It was a lovely day when we first started to climb – but just as we reached the last few hundred feet across the well-worn scree tracks the cloud descended and we became completely lost. It was very frightening crawling around in loose scree, but we did make it to that awful caff and had a cup of tea.
Then we went down the pyg track I think – knowing that we would end up a fair distance from the cottage. The rain was torrential – we were exhausted. Then when we finally reached the car park we realised that it was Sunday and there were no buses to wait for at the bus stop.
Thank the Lord we knocked on a driver’s car window and a v kind guy from Chester took us back.
Leg’s shaking and frozen we climbed in to a hot bath and vowed never, ever to climb a mountain again!!

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