OK, well maybe not the Mt. Everest, but at least it was the Everest of Wales: Mt. Snowdon. And while we have to also admit that we didn't really conquer it (visibility at the summit was just too low for safe trekking) our efforts certainly merited a nice steak dinner afterwards...

Anja, with her years of Alpine experience, led the climbing party. Chris gamely assisted, keeping the city slicker whinging to a minimum. Richard had to settle for the low road, (and major disappointment) due to a mightily sore toe brought on by a bowling injury the week before. (And no, those are not crutches he is using in the photograph, but they might as well have been...)