Category: Mountains and hills

Tryfan, of course (Bwlch, not summit)

You can't stay long.

Relaxing and pretty all the way down.

Silent, staring, muddy, sweaty, bug-eyed mass of monosyllables.

Fabulous. Fun. Funny. Beautiful. Easy. Gorgeous.

When I don't know where to turn, this is where I end up.

Very pretty little organised trail run, options on 5km or 10km.

I was the mother who sprinted down a volcano, trailing three kids and clutching a bottle of Lacryma Christi. Always a good look.

Love Brown Willy.

Let's run up a waterfall, swim where the mythical stag swam, and peer out over the valleys from the lake up near the sky.

'Mum, Mum, Mum, can you look after my rock parrot, please?'