Well on Sunday luch I went to a veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery posh restaurant for my mother's birthday lunch, and my brother (aged 21!) decided to start a scrap, so i obviously decided to go along with it! Nearly got thrown out!
In the evening went to Dol Gam campsite near to Capel Curig and got bitten to pieces by the f*ck*ng midges! still scratching. Went to the pub in the evening, and halfway through winning a game of pool very easily, realised that I didn't have my boots with me in Wales! "Never mind, I have these new trainers. They're Meindl, and they've got good grip" et al!
Next day (after checking to make sure I really didn't have my boots) set off on a 15km walk (nothing compared with my 55 - actually 60 - mile Ten Tors exped). we did Pen yr Ole Wen. Feet were fine. Scrambles? No worries!
Went to pub and realisd I now had no money! Borrowed £10 for some food and a couple of pints of Flowers IPA (best bitter in't world!).
Next day we did Carnedd Moel Siabod, and I decided that this is my favorite mountain in the entire world so far! An excellent scramble from the South (I think), plus a lovely walk out along the Moel Siabod ridge. Lahdahdah lovely day &c &c (&c means etc for the uncultured one's present!).
Next day sorting out my bags I found a 10 kilo rock in my day pack. Some B*ST*RD had put it in during the lunch stop. My shoulders still hurt from carrying 25 as opposed to 15 kgs!
Anyway, not a lot happenned until this evening, when I went to my Venture groups AGM, and we re-elected positions. A lady who I think is extremely sexually attractive, nominated me for the Vice-Chairman posistion, the gay bloke in our unit seconded me, and I got the post! Then next week I go into exams proper!.
What a strange time!