well..
we walked up to the base of cadair idris on a beautiful spring afternoon:
chose the most perfect campsite
(you can just see Mrs Ms red jacket on the 'island' bit)
it got really cold but we had a nice dinner and a bottle of wine and were tucked up in our sleeping bags by 10. About midnight, the wind picked up to about 20-30mph and went around 180 degrees from when we pitched the tent. We tried to sleep through it but were rudely awakened at 2 when the front of the tent took off and we were both suddenly sitting straight up..
I held the tent down while Mrs M got dressed, then she did while I packed everything up. Unfortunately her pack had been blown away so we crammed as much as we could into mine and had to leave a few bits under a weighted-down tarp. Thank god it was her pack that went, the car keys were in mine..
we took about 2 hours to walk down to the car in pouring rain (and dark, obv), which was interesting.. we'd gone up the long way and decided to risk finding the shorter way down, it was fine, apart from the steep and slippery bits, but just needed a few map stops.
A couple of hours kip in the car (there's a great pic on her phone of me in my bag in the car with a bottle of scotch, will find it tomorrow), then an Olympic breakfast and a lot of tea at the nearest Little Chef, a clean pair of socks then back up the hill to get the stuff we'd left up there - no sign of Mrs Ms pack but everything else was there.
a memorable evening....