January 15

Halfway up Snowdon
Wales, the best country in the world. Snowdon, the best mountain in the world. And the best weather in the world.
We’d brought a group of turtles for the weekend, a few Scots braving North Wales public transport among them. We met in the morning in pouring rain. About halfway up, the wind kicked in. Lucy nearly blew off. We were holding onto each other, and one guy was doing it in flip-flops. Whatever they tell you about waterproof clothing, they’re lying. Every one of us got soaked.
The guides said it was the worst weather they’d seen in 9 years, so we turned around. We tell people we climbed. Look, it was too dangerous. We used our heads.
Afterwards I went over to the hostel where most of them were staying. Huge kitchen, everyone inside and cosy, going round in a circle saying why they’d joined and what they liked about it. I joined in and did a little speech.
Genuinely, the point was coming together and having a laugh. Sounds cheesy, but it’s true. Everyone has fond memories of that trip, even though the weather was a disaster.
We deserved to reach the top. The beauty of Wales will have to wait for another day.
One thing today
Think of a goal you didn’t finish. Write down what you got from going for it anyway.
For your journal
Who did I get closer to on the way?









