Dry stone walling up a mountain
I can't now quite remember how we came to join a group of volunteers repairing dry stone walls in Snowdonia. Erica and I were looking for something to do together. We had walked the Offa's Dyke Path but she is not really a walker. She had cycled from Land's End to John O' Groats but I am certainly not a cyclist. So the idea of spending a week learning how to do something new emerged a way of spending some time together which has become harder to do now that we don't work together any more and live at different ends of the country. We whizzed in from our visit to the Hebrides, threw laundry into the machine and I whizzed out the next day, leaving Ian back in charge of FIL. What to expect? I had no idea. First impressions of the bunkhouse were good. I am a bit old for communal sleeping and I wasn't looking forward to bunk beds in a dormitory so it was a relief to find comfortable single beds with a bit of privacy provided by wooden screening p...