After many rehearsals in the back garden we were ready for our camping trip. We stopped off at Grandma and Grandad's for a quick practice.

We caught a steam train for the first leg of our journey.

Friday 27th June 2003.

Deep inside Snowdonia at Nant Gwernol we began our six mile hike. We were miles from anywhere and anyone. By 7 pm we'd climbed the summit and pitched our tents.

A howling gale woke us at 6am. We struck camp without loosing anything (or anyone). At high altitude the weather was freezing.

The summit was 640 m.

Lost

Our average speed was 1 mile per hour.

We had plenty of rests as Tom would make us stop to study ants or a spider carrying an egg sack. We're learning all the names of plants and vegitation.

By lunchtime the weather was scorching and we came across a ice cold mountain stream. We stopped here for an hour.

We had looked forward to this weekend for so long and we weren't disappointed.

We are totally sold on camping now.

We eventually found our way back to the railway station and made our way home. We found some German tourists who kindly took this picture of the three of us.