Things don’t always go to plan as a photographer. I had decided to camp on Mount Snowdon for the night with a view to getting, well, a view. I read the weather report which advised it would be a clear night. Sunset, sunrise and the night sky awaited me. I was a visionary, what could possibly go wrong?
When I arrived at the summit around 5.30pm, it was mostly clouded over. I had been informed by the weather man, and he’s never wrong, that it would be clear from 8.30pm allowing for a glorious view of the sunset. As it turned out, I got a couple of minutes of cloud break in which to snap a few shots (not the best with a condensation covered lens), before being drowned in misty soup. No sunset, no sunrise, no night sky. Just cloud, rain and the looming greyness.
It was cold, wet and thanks to a constant stream of fell runners, noisy. One chap, let’s call him Russell McRustler, set up what sounded like a carrier bag testing facility immediately next to my tent. I contemplated retrieving King Arthur’s sword Excalibur from the Lady of the Lake, said to be in Lake Glaslyn on the mountain, and silencing him with it.
I had no sleep, got few usable photos and had the ever-present threat of sheep attack. It may not have been the photographic adventure I had hoped for, but if everything goes to plan then it isn’t an adventure at all. Besides, it was fun…in a manner of speaking!