I CLIMBED A MOUNTAIN!
“Tryfan is a mountain in the Ogwen Valley, Snowdonia, Wales. It forms part of the Glyderau group, and is one of the most famous and recognisable peaks in Britain, having a classic pointed shape with rugged crags. Between the mid-1980s and June 2010, its accepted height was 3,002 ft. However it was resurveyed using accurate GPS measurements and found to be eight feet higher. Until the 1980s, Ordnance Survey maps gave its height as 3,010 ft, and so the new measurement confirms that the earlier survey was correct”
It would be a real shame not to document this on my blog I harp on about everything else on here and seen as though I decided to climb a mountain in a floral barbour, pink socks, raybans and red lipstick it still fits in with my blog wouldn’t you say…
The want to document this is because I’ve never done anything like this before in my life! I love the outdoors, I always have, especially the seaside, any chance I got while living in London to escape the city, head to the coast or country and get muddy in my wellies for a few days, I took it! But this kind of ‘outdoorsy’ activity, well….lets say it was something I wasn’t quite expecting.
The first half an hour killed me, I remember walking with my head down and wondering why the F**k people actually do this for fun, being blown about, being cold and having leg cramps isn’t fun… In fact it was boring the arse off me and I wanted to go back! But with some perseverance we got to the first little resting place and the views were amazing, the view up to the top of Tryfan….not so much and that’s when the overwhelming fear of how the F**k will I get back down never mind up it set in. But the more we climbed and the harder, steeper and more scary it got the more determined I became about getting to the top. I liked all the craggy rocks and actually having to scramble up to the top, it became less of a boring walk up a massive hill and a lot more fun!
I didn’t do all this without winging, stopping to do my hair, doing a selfie, stopping to check my lipstick, having a sit down and a ‘I’m not going any further’ drama queen moment. But as much as I did winge and moan when we got to the top it was amazing, I couldn’t quite believe id done it and the scared of going back down feeling had done one and all that was bothering me was the burn in my legs and the fact that I’d never needed a cold pint of Stella more in my life. Of course I couldn’t have done it without a certain gent leading the way, lifting, pulling and helping me over the scary bits. The sense of achievement feels amazing, turns out climbing mountains isn’t so scary at all.