|Thinks "what's he doing now?"|
|Mwdwl Eithin summit stuff|
|Mwdwl Eithin Bogs and Tussocks|
This was ideally located for the bagging of some spare Marilyns, and "new" Nutall/Hewitt and various other smaller Tumps in case of bad weather or for longer doggywalks. It was also quite a good place for Lucky The Dog to practise his Welsh.
We stayed for 5 nights before moving on to more English things.
So, we managed to bag two Marilyns, thus leaving just 19 to go before entering the Marilyn Hall of Fame, for which a total of 600 Marilyns need to be bagged. These bits of moorland were Mynydd Rhy Ddu , a windfarm; and Mwdwl Eithin, a lovely piece of squishy and heathery moorland with a very Pennine character - adding a couple of nearby Tumps to make up the totals a bit.
|Tryfan in the distance|
On the one day of duff , and in driving deizzle of the kind that gets you really really wet, we managed three Tumps - one of which was a very nice hill-fort.
|LTD wonders where we are|
Everything in the porch/conservatory thingy dripped for a day or two, Lucky's jacket leaving suspiciously brown puddles. I must wash Lucky's jacket.
|A Lurve Tree|
|Topsy and Tim Foggy Day|
|The only snow in the village|
|LTD on Stac Rhos (not a stac and not very Rhos)|
And then, after briefly visiting Mouselaw Castle we complete our tour by visiting The Lad in Nottingham for the occasion of a Ceilidh intended for the raising of cash for the local scout group's participation in a World Jamboree.
|Geoff, Chrissie, Islay and Pebbles|
Enthusiastic readers may have noticed a bit of a hiatus in blogposts recently - this has been due almost entirely by some prune giving me a cough/cold/bad back which somewhat removed my mojo. I think the mojo is now back and tonight I ma going to test my lumbar muscles with an hour's yoga at Frosterley Village Hall. This may well be an error of judgement.
|somewhere in Nottingham|