Snowdon – Rhyd Ddu
A 30 foot wee, mountain rescue, and nearly falling to my death were some of the highlights of my Snowdon walk up the Rhyd Ddu path.
Personal
This section of the site is set aside for the things that occupy me when I’m not working.
I enjoy physical and mental challenges, so much of what you will find here is about triathlon, including my journey from an open water panic attack in my first event, through to completing The Brutal triathlon in Snowdonia.
As well as competing in triathlon and being the secretary for my local club, I raise funds for charitable causes, rattling the tin every 2-3 years.
If that’s not enough, when time allows, I travel as much as I can, and in the gloomier winter months can be found tracing my family tree.
Bees on quaaludes
The girls had been up to more antics, but we were rewarded in fine style by hearing tooting.
Again? Really?
Oh come on, this is getting plain ridiculous. The girls now taking to the sky most days…
Bee street party
Not for the first time, the girls get some sun, and stretch their wings over the garden.
Nowt so unpredictable as bees
If anyone other than our bees knows what our bees are doing, we’d love to know, as we’re stumped.
Bloody bees
The price of our honey is increasing quickly, as our girls decide they want to live in a different postcode, and our lives are too full.
First inspection of 2022
Our first inspection of 2022 leaves us full of hope that this year will yield a bumper crop of honey, and the girls will be settled.
The Shipwrights Way – Day 2
The conclusion of our walk along the Shipwrights way – which absolutely nobody cares about.
Amber nectar (sort of)
We crop our first season’s honey, and enjoy the sense of fulfilment and learning that comes with this pass-time.
Our first swarms
The first that I knew that something was “up” was a subconscious awareness of buzzing. Looking up from my Zoom call, I could see a swirling black mass of bees directly above our apiary. Shit…