Saving shimmies, I like to think of that descent as a reward, not so much for the preceding ascent from Dolgellau, but for the one in the dark from Maentwrog past Trawsfynnydd the night before – a grinding, unvarying, long ascent when you’re tired, the peaches and rice pudding still churning in the stomach, and with nothing to commend the climb but a looming view through the gloom of a huge block of nuclear-generating concrete near the top. And miles still to go to that excellent Mark Rigby’s tender ministrations.
Mark - Entry’s in the post. Hope it’s not too late.