Llanberis

And there isn't really much more to tell. We made our way to the guesthouse whereupon I apologized for us turning up looking so dishevelled.
"Just been up Snowdon, have yeh?", asked the owner.
"Yes", we replied. " And then again we haven't just been up Snowdon".

We spent a couple of hours relaxing and getting changed and showered before hunger took over. We were pretty sick of cold pasta by this stage, so stumbled down the street looking for somewhere to eat. Unfortunately, Llanberis is a right sh*thole compared to Fort William and we had to settle for dinner in 'Pete's Eats' which was at least open. Actually Pete's Eats wasn't that bad as spoons go, they did huge mugs of tea which they seemed very proud of and rightly so. Dale had something complicated off the specials board which took ages and we were all finished by the time he got his dinner.

Pete's Eats. Bloody Brilliant.

In the evening we went to the one pub which was open and it was actually a hotel. We sent texts to loved ones saying yay, we did it and explaining that we were still alive, although it was too early to say whether or not we'd sustained any permanent damage.

The drive back on Monday morning was uneventful except for when we passed the ugly house. The ugly house is a house on the A5 which actually has a sign up labelling it such and it is therefore mandatory to loudly abuse it in passing. This gets us in mood, so whenever we are driving through a built up area we (ok, Baylis) winds down the windows and shouts "I'M THE ONLY GAY IN THE VILLAGE! ISN'T THAT RIGHT MYFANWY?" This of course, only applies when we are driving out of Wales. Quickly.

A Grotesquely Ugly Freak.

I think we finally made it back to Swindon about mid-afternoon. MORT dropped us all off* * but failed to pick up his parcel shelf which did eventually change hands about a month later in the Glue Pot. Amidst some comment. and then we collapsed.