The run up to the saddle (800m) was exhilirating, the countryside commission had placed granite slabs to create a mountain stairway. I'd come across something similar in the Hajar of the Musendam, the Shihi and cut a stairway in a particular exposed part of the mountain to link two villages some 2000 yrs back. By the time my mind wandered back I was 50m from the saddle with a burn in my thighs- happy days. The cloud had lifted from the peaks exposing both Brisley,Tryfan and the way through.
In a few days this part of town would be filled with runners competing in the welsh 1000. Maybe next year....
Time? long enough.
Distance? see time.
It felt bloody good.
Dave