Yesterday Dad came over as planned and bought a surprise with him - Mum! It was really good to see them both and I'm really pleased they both seemed to have a good day with me (and together).
We went to Menai Bridge to look for spoons (Mum's going through an antique spoon phase I think) and then off into the mountains for a wander.
While Bangor hasn't had any more snow since I last posted about it, the rest of Wales has - much of it has shut down temporarily because of it. Cwm Idwal was no exception.
The snow up there was very slippery and wet, and most of the time between ankle and mid-calf deep. Occasionally you'd step into a drift and it be up to your knees, in which case, if you were me, you fell over.
The Welsh weather continued to make the Cwm look stunning - some of the photographs I took came out very moody and again the lake was frozen over mostly, though this time it had snow patterns on it.
Someone had built a lone snowman up there. He was cold and melting slowly, his face was falling off, and his day failed to get any better when Mum round kicked his head off. I suspect that sort of thing can really put a crimp on your day.
On the way back down we saw the Mountain Rescue helicopter, and then at the bottom the Mountain Rescue Land Rover. I'd guess the poor lady they were there for wasn't having a day much better than the snowman, although possibly more interesting (after being rescued by helicopter, obviously).
Coming down the small rocky crevice at the bottom of the Cwm, the track was perrilous in that it was slippy snow on slippier loose rocks. Leah, getting that strange feeling you get right before you fall over, crouched down and used her hands to hold onto the floor. The next step I took I slipped, and continued down the path into the back of my poor unsuspecting mothers legs, taking her out too.
After a hot drink and some Rocky Road (not as good as Mum's own!) we were on our way down, back into Sunny Bangor, where the weather was, well. Sunny.
