Tick tock… tick tock… keep an eye on that watch. I only had a chunk of change in my pockets while parking old faithful in the car park. Four hours to complete the cirque of Cadair Idris and collect deadwood for the campfire.
I climbed the side of the corrie and into the cloud. The tops felt wild, despite the popularity of this geography text-book natural amphitheatre.
Breaks in the mist revealed the deep blue of Llyn Cau, its waters enlivened by sunlight from adjacent, clearer skies.
I scrambled over rock and then crested broad grassy slopes. Typically, I was enjoying myself so much that I missed my right turn to leave the crest of the ridge. I eventually found the feint path and part jogged off the mountain.
I arrived back at the car with minutes to spare.