Have you ever had one of those days on the hills, that when you think about the constituent parts it wasn't that special. But somehow the bits altogether - the sum of those parts - made it great? This was one of those days. Take the weather for a start. It rained, it stopped a bit, it rained some more. Quite a lot at times.

Cadair Idris is a wonderful mountain. A true spectacle comprising rugged ridges and steep ascents, with a shimmering glacial lake at its heart. A walk here is an unforgettable experience. Or so I've been told. I've never actually been there.

Some months had passed since my previous leg of the Two Moors Way had ended in the dark. Since then a new job had lessened the opportunity for mid-week days out and a plan to beat the seasonal heat had been curtailed at short notice due to illness. So the troops (or three of us at least) reconvened on a June weekend not far shy of the longest day.