I thought I'd sort through my photos and pick out all the shots where Snowdon features, enough to be recognisable. I was amazed to find only nine, half decent shots! I'm ashamed of myself! But then, I do have a great many other photographs where Snowdon should appear but is hidden or half hidden by cloud. It has a habit of lurking behind a curtain of its own weather... everything else is in sharp focus, but Snowdon is busy having a sauna, dusting itself in talc or wearing a veil, hat or large wig!
The other thing I'm a little ashamed of is, after living in Snowondia for forty years, I've never climbed Snowdon... not even been up on the train! I'm saving the train-ride for when I'm ancient and can't manage without a zimmer-frame (not long now), that and the plane flight over the top. The thing that puts me off climbing the beast is the constant flow of human traffic drifting up and down. It'd be- 'Hello!' 'Hi!' 'Good morning!' 'Good afternoon!' 'Lovely day!' or 'Shocking weather!' 'Nearly there!' 'How's the view?' etc.... etc.... And being an antisocial grump, it'd drive me batty! When I go to the hills, as Julie Andrews did, I like to prance about waving my arms, singing- 'I'm free! Isn't it awesome in its splendid isolation!'
Anyway, back to photographing Snowdon. These are the handful of shots I've managed over the past camera-carrying years. Must try harder!