Hi Andrea,
I just listened to your lovely description of the times you went up Pen y Fan.
I grew up hiking and mountaineering with my parents and I completely identify with your feelings of excitement and elation on reaching the top of a peak (although as a child, the attraction may have been the picnic at the top!).
In more recent years, my sister and I took my parents to many of our old haunts in the Lake District, Peak District and Wales. Both our parents have now passed on, but one photo, about six years ago, sums up the camaraderie and joy of climbing these mountains. We are standing at the the summit of Pen y Fan in gale force winds, nearly blown off our feet, but laughing our heads off – not a care in the world!
Hold on to your memories. They are precious and unique.



