So, Welsh honour has been satisfied and I apologise unreservedly for this appalling slight. That's better, see, look you?
When I get back home I will add a few more pictures to today's entries, though you will all probably get very bored looking at luscious mountains in their best frocks. We clambered over some smashing places and never once threw any snowballs.
There were some lovely looking ladies out on the mountains today; I think they didn't fall in love with me as I had Robin as a companion. Next time I shall have to come here with an ugly bloke, then perhaps they will all swoon and make mad passionate love to me. I know - I shall take Phil as he can look grim when clambering up big mountains.
We are now parked up in an intruiging spot, where all about us there are trees rooted in nothing more than soild rock. But the soil we are camped upon is rich and firm, beneath what must have been, a long time ago, a pretty little house. Skylarks, ravens and crows have been our background music with the occassional rush of the mountain wind section. The sun has now slid behind the iron cold hills and so I shall send this tomorrow when I get a phone signal.
A bloody magnificent mountain day.