This month Big G revels in the cold friction that early onset of winter brings:

Dear NWB.com readers,

December is the sweetest month. Thank goodness the high season for friction-loving sloper dwellers is finally upon us. The much awaited cold turned the leaves into a fleeting display of alchemy before they disappeared.

The uppermost reaches of the Nant Gwynant is our quest now, as those rare patches of light hurtle across the golden hillsides as though the sun were a crazed spotlight. Brooding snow filled clouds roam threateningly - a terrible whiteness, paradoxically dark, as...the inside of one’s chalk bag.

Up past the falls of Afon Glaslyn, its laden hawthorns a flutter with winter visitors – fieldfares (the Skodas of the bird world) - rushing to gorge upon the rich autumn offerings, and so should we. For hereabouts lie virgin rocks, no less worthy for their moderate size. Seeking the quiet life they have been left to themselves, most of us distracted by the cheaper thrills of the Teyrn Bluffs beyond.

So, below the cwm where the ancient track meets the stream (gr 649 544), some way from the main rocks by the pipeline, somewhere, at the foot of a rainbow, lie these blocks of purest gold.

Power and happines to all.

Big G

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