Lowri Davies

With Aberystwyth’s sea breeze and salty air we rarely have heavy snow here; and with reports of snow days from all over the country we were starting to get jealous.  Sitting in a lecture as a blizzard caked campus in a thick helping of the fun stuff, I began to get excited. I practically skipped home to find myself some playmates…

Soon we were on our way into the hills in search of snowboating and sledging. Some classic miscommunication, a wrong turn and we soon found ourselves on a small white lane.

White on the map and white on the ground.

The road got narrower and steeper…

Oops

Digging her out…

The wiggly path out…

We slowly worked our way up the valley on the snowy road, making it anywhere from 2ft to 200 metres at a time before getting stuck. After about an hour and half; 17 miles on the odometer and only about 1 mile of road actually travelled we found ourselves stuck once more. The top was now in sight, but the steepest bit was yet to come! Luckily, they had decided this part of the road warranted grit buckets: and we all know paddles are fantastic shovels.

The sun began to set; making it darker and colder. We shovelled and shoved with renewed vigour. Still, at least it was pretty…

Finally, we made it out of the valley and to the ‘main road’ along the top. We were shattered!

But having come all this way, it seemed a shame not to go for a play…

We packed up in the dark and headed home having had a great afternoon adventure.

But Tim just wasn’t satisfied. He wanted more action… and decided to practice his flat spins on the way home.

No serious damage done, we returned home for tea and cake!