So even my colleagues (the ones who are not going) now think I'll probably end up taking the train either up or down Snowdon on Saturday! I'm really hoping I can prove them wrong.
Meanwhile, the crew of mountaineers themselves have been discussing the important matters of the day: how much wine to drink the night before, how to get enough cars at the right end of the mountain so that we can all go home, and, perhaps most controversially of all, what is a sandwich.
I mean surely, it has to be two whole slices of bread with a filling? I can't imagine the eponymous Earl rushing off to fetch a knife while his noble chums snuck a peek at his playing cards. In what world could it possibly be the half-diagonally sliced variety?
Anyway. I don't get involved. Not me - keep my opinions really tight, I do, on such political matters.
(I said that with an air; hope you caught it.)
I also did a bit of research today. The Met Office are predicting 'breezy, with a few showers. Cloud thickening, strong winds and heavy rain possible.'
It might not be preferable to ache up a mountain in freezing rain and not be able to see anything except our own drenched colleagues in the fog. All those people who are looking forward to the photos might just be disappointed by a group of bedraggled office workers.
I also googled 'Snowdon' ...
"Man dies on Snowdon after rescue attempt by helicopters and mountain rescuers."
Ooooh good.
You know, maybe the train isn't such a bad idea. Never google.
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