'Twas the night before...

Hair's cut, work is sorted (thanks guys!), gadgets charged, final, final, final, final gear list is printed. Food's all packed (12lb's - ouch). The map is on the wall so my boys "can see where daddy is tonight". Forecast is checked and dismissed as pessimistic claptrap. I have cut my paperback into three - why take a whole book if you are only going to read a bit of it? I can't decide if my Z55 needs a lid or not (hell yes, this is Wales). Do I need a whole bog roll for a week? Depends how well I dried my food I suppose.

I am frantically carbo' loading using a box of half decent US Chardonnay.

I daren't phone Alan because I know he will be up to his eyes in chaos.

Oh well, this time next week, we would have done 100 miles and climbed the equivalent of half way up Everest. (Kenton Cool, eat your heart out).

And devoured 12lbs of food... hopefully.

Next edition, technology permitting, will be live from the Royal Oak in Rhandirmwyn (just about my most favourite place on the planet).