Venting spleen. . .

Writing this in the cafe at the top of Snowdon. . . 

This is strange sitting here, been here about half an hour and from looking around I'd say 90% of the people here have arrived at the highest point in Wales and England by train. You can tell who these people are because they are dry and are all buying t-shirts, pens, book marks and other useless items that boast that their owner has been to the top of Snowdon!  Kind of undermines what we've done a bit!! 

For the last three days we've been marching around the huge open landscape of Snowdonia,  up and down the tallest peaks,  mostly meeting only a handful of people as we went and finally making it to the end, to be greeted by tourists buying tat!!

I'm not having a go at anyone in particular just saying it's a bit strange that's all! Still a bit upset that I haven't been able to finish all 14 peaks, so for the time being these tourists will take the brunt of my frustration!  

So sitting here in the cafe on top of Snowdon in agony (physically and emotionally). The three of us are soaking wet waiting for the other four to arrive. At least we have a hot cuppa tea to drink. Even if we have to share it with about 100 civilians!