It's Saturday morning, it's 7:15 and any sensible boy would be tucked up in bed with a nic e cup of tea watching BBC Breakfast.
But I am presently to be found sitting up in my sleeping bag watching hail storms sweep over three little tents on the side of a big Welsh mountain, Okay, i have had my coffee and granola.
The hail is pelting Wanda's flank as it has veered 90 degrees overnight from a westerly to a northerly.
Everyone was on good form last night and the Talisker now needs replenishing at Capel Curig. Mick & Gayle, fresh from their new employment joined us last night and will walk the morning with Robin & me.
I have to leave you now Captain, as I am just going for a short walk...