Right, no pics at the moment - my camera is on the radiator! I thought I'd just copy and paste a comment I made on Facebook - aimed at friends, some who walk, some who don't. I'll just paste it here unedited for your amusement and edification. Excuse any bad grammar etc, my brain isn't yet at the correct operating temperature. Also excuse the term 'maniacs' - this is a tongue-in-cheek reference to twelve really friendly folk - maniacs nonetheless! By the way - don't take this as the -official' TR - just my take on it
OMG! Just got back from a 'walk' in a particularly mountainous and remote part of the world with twelve maniacs and a Border Collie I never met before. Weather started OK but by the time we reached the first summit, we were greeted with howling sub-zero wind chill and rain. We plodded on as you do, up mountain, down dale. Up and over the largest peak, halfway down, because of the bad visibility, we had gone the wrong way so back up we went!
Eventually, after hours we reached the crux of the walk, a knife edge ridge, every bit as bad as Crib Goch but amusingly it was completely grass covered - that is, with wet slippery grass. After getting over that there was just the case of getting down a very steep, wet and slippery slope to the valley below. We all had to ass-slide down several hundred feet at breakneck speeds! Any attempt to walk down would have resulted in the same thing after breaking something first.
The rest of the way was what could vaguely be described as 'paths' above very steep gullies which even a goat would have struggled with, having to hang on to grass tussocks every time I slipped to avoid falling to a painful death.
I drove back home with the heaters on max but when I got in, had to soak in a hot bath to fight off the onset of hypothermia. To be honest, this is not really my thing and I wouldn't have gone if I knew what was going to happen. So I didn't have a good time? - No, I had an awesome time :-)