I remember the last time I was in Llanberis in a heat wave. It was the day that Boris Becker won Wimbledon, he was 17 and about a third of his present size, I was 15, a skinny swimmer, about a.......
John was a rock climber in those days. Fell running was only done to get to the foot of the crag quickest, and to get home again 2hours later than you had promised, in the forlorn hope that your wife hadn't thrown away your tea and gone out!
Richard started the day with a 14mile hill climb from sea level to 1100+ft to handover to John and start the final run - the welsh 3000's. the early morning mist soon swirled away and evaporated to leave what Brendan Foster would term "inhuman conditions"! What a difference from 2 days ago. We of course spent the morning in Pete's Eats, making up for the fact we hadn't had a meal since Wednesday. We then rolled up the Pass and waited in the sunshine and I continued to persuade my arms that they might raise above shoulder height.
Of course the sunshine brought the crowds. The world, his wife, his cousin and their kids caught the train up Snowdon and then stood on the summit and wondered why. By late afternoon I had success with my right arm, almost full ROM, shame about the left! The substitutes were warming up for Llyn Tegid.
At 7pm John appeared at Pen Y Pass and Richard swooped off down to Bala!
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