For as long as I have left, I shall remember last year, when after a lifetime of waiting I finally set my feet on Snowdon.
Other peole go for a week and complain the weather stopped them going to the top.
I had one day and the sun shone. I had to go up by the little railway, the years have been kind, but not that kind.
I took photos of my Welsh grandfather and his daughter, my dear little mum with me. I also took a photo of my father, he loved a bit of scenery.
Felt very close to them all.
Then we started on the way down. The sky clouded over and by the time we were in the car hail stones the size of golf balls were bouncing off the lid.
But she gave me the time to go up there, the Mother Mountain, she gave me the time.