Breakthrough

The mighty and renowned, Crib Goch, inducer of many a brown trouser moment, or at the very least a serious attack of Elvis legs for the unwary and the foolish. It took me a good few years to work up the courage to tackle the knife edge ridge for which it is justly (in)famous in a solo attempt, but I did and we became friends, albeit the kind of friendship where one friend says to the other, "Treat me foolishly or disrespect me and I'll kill you!". Fair enough!

 

Just like with any other range of mountains, the weather and light play a fickle but magical game across their rocky flanks and taunt the naive photographer who comes with intentions and well made plans, such hubris will not be tolerated! If you are frustrated in one moment then wait, it will change, eventually, if not, there is always another moment happening someplace else, as long as you have the eyes to see and not just look. Patience as ever is the best piece of kit in our camera bags and hearts, for when the moment does appear, oh my…!

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