Holiday
Last week I went on Holiday.
This is quite a rare occurance for me. I don’t normally go to places unless I have some specific reason for going there, just going because it might be nice is definitely unique. I went to wales. I say I, I was armed with a girlfriend who served well as a chaufeures 
Before I get linched for taking her for granted I should note that the occasion was entirely her idea – and a remarkably good one it must be said. We went to Betws-y-coed (pronounced Bethus-E-coid apparently). I shan’t bore you with a detailed account of all we did as I’m sure it would bore you all to tears. I will however tell you one story.
Thursday I decided I wanted to climb a mountain. Libby and I thus consulted guide books and maps and decided which mountain it was that we were going to climb. I used to know which it was, but I’ve forgotten the name! The summit was 870ft up so it definately was a mountain and not an overgrown hill. About 45 feet along the path I was knackered and wanted to go home, but Libby insisted that it was my idea to climb a mountain, so climb a mountain I must do. Begrugingly I trudged up behind her. Eventually (about two hours later) we got to a place which we though must be near the top. We looked at the map, and indeed we were near the top. We were in a small crater about 30ft high on all sides and about 100ft accross with a lake at the bottom (and a bog). We climbed out of the crater in the direction of the summit and were foiled in all attempts in trying to get to it. I’m sure we walked round it, and were probably only about 10 yards (horizontally) away from it on several occasions. After much trying we gave up and turned around. No sooner had we done that than the weather changed. It changed properly too, no messing about. It had been about 28 degrees of gorgeous sunshine with beutifully clear skies and within half an hour we were in a cloud. We could see about 10 yards in front and nothing further. Fortunately (again thanks to Libby) we’d bought a compass and a map. So headed off on a baring of 032 and eventually found a stream, which we followed to a lake from which we found the path down. (That last sentence took about an hour). All terribly exciting.
So, if you decided to climb a mountain, take a compass (and a map).