4 September 2008

We climbed up here...



...and we didn't die. 800 metres above sea level. There was a secret lake high up in the hills which you could only see if you dragged yourself up there.

Snowdon was wild, wet and windy with a bit of sun when we arrived to lull us into a false sense of security. We were caught in a North Atlantic squall and I heard fighter jets flying overhead at five in the morning.

But it was a big adventure and we were fortified by bacon, sausage and fried egg sandwiches on good old white bread with lashings of ketchup, steaming plastic mugs of tea and chilli and spag bol. All worthy of a modern-day Enid Blyton novel.

Will we do it again? Damn straight.

On another note, I had an exciting e-mail telling me I was shortlisted for the Guardian Travel Writing competition but sadly it came to naught and I didn't even make the runners-up list. Ah well.

Comments:
Did you know that Enid Blyton lived in Dulwich?
There is a lovely post about her and her blue plaque in Lordship Lane in the Dulwich Community blog, Dulwich OnView http://dulwichonview.org.uk/2008/07/08/enid-and-i/
 
Hi Ingrid. Thank you, yes, I have walked past the Enid Blyton plaque a few times in my meanderings around Dulwich.
There's another nice post about blue plaques (and Enid Blyton's is one) on the We Love Dulwich (welovedulwich.blogspot.com) blog. It's lovely to spot these things around the bit of London we call home.
 
Gosh, she was born at 354 Lordship Lane.
 
Cool, isn't it?
 
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