The classic British camping experience.
You can't stay long.
Fabulous. Fun. Funny. Beautiful. Easy. Gorgeous.
Sitting at the very top of a mountain in thick fog with two exhausted children gave me a moment's reflection.
A quick hello from South Wales.
Absolutely, completely brilliant.
In which I run like a gazelle. Or something.
This, perhaps, was happiness.
Sort of ready.
Trying to decide whether to take my children up their first mountain.