Lovely programme Steph and the backdrop is unsurpassable, especially to Welshmen (and women).

Yes I spent many an hours pure therapy up there repairing my life though sadly, I might be included amongst those 'climbers' who damaged walls by climbing over them. I wasn't in the best state of mind when I wandered about. If I did obvious damage by dislodging stones, I tried to replace them but sometimes a black mood was upon me and I just forged ahead regardless of what I left behind me. (Sorry Snowdonia and you farmers who live there.)

I also knew to close gates when I found them open, especially in fields where there were sheep-doors left open by the farmer in the dry-stone walls. I remembered a tiny bit about my first six years living in the country.

Despite the weeks I spent just wandering about, I never got to know anybody cos' I was savouring the isolation and freedom the mountains lent me. I was a tramp and I looked like it despite having money in the bank from the ship. It was my appearence I think that got me refused a night in The Snopwdon Ranger hostel!

Nevertheles the sheer rugged beauty of those mountains will stay with me and occasionally recharge my batteries even today. Below is a picture taken this summer of my son on the summit. I took the piccie but I'm afraid we cheated and took the train. My wife is not as fit as I am and suffers severely from Athritis. Believe it or not she had never been up Snowdon!

Nice programme and thanks, Steph.

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Bev.