Fortune favours the brave but I was doubting the boldness of our plan to climb the Clogwyn y Person Arete as Cath and myself none to slowly starting turning white in the wind driven fat flaked snow this morning. The forecast was poor but a chink of blue sky seen from the cafe car park led us to the optimistic opinion that heavy showers with sunny spells might contain more of the latter.
Walking in from Pen y Pass the snow fell for most of our journey beneath Crib Goch and along the narrow Foxes Path. There was brief respite as we crossed the floor of Cwm Glas but not enough to truly convince us that this was a good idea.
The dry spell lasted just about long enough for us to uncoil the rope and eat a sandwich but the wet snow was falling again in earnest as we started up the scramble. It might be May but it didn’t feel it, big gloves sweeping the snow off the holds. It was fun though, cold hands withstanding, real mountaineering with the doubts drifting away as in turn each of the route’s difficult sections were dispatched.
As height was gained so the sky began to brighten, the hoped for sunny spell arriving at last. Our way down lay over Crib y Ddysgl and Bwlch Goch. Dressed for the snow I was to hot when we reached the Pyg Track. I left my stuff on to soak up the warmth.