Swim spot 69, in the Rhinog mountains last weekend. “You don’t have to get in,” said @wildwelshswimmer.
“I have walked a long way for this,” he pointed out to his Mum. “I’m going to SWIM.”
It was true. Mabon’s trousers were covered in bilberry stains and his trainers were wet. We’d gone off path to find this lake and then fought through bracken and boulders trying to find a good way down to it. “This is a wonderful place,” he said, singing and making a wardrobe for his clothes. A crack in a boulder was a peg for his jacket, till the wind sent it sailing into a puddle.
It was very windy, blowing right across the water at us and sometimes it’s harder to be brave when you’re standing in your pants on the edge of a lake. He stood there with wide determined eyes and gritted teeth for a while, trying to will himself in. And then went for it. An ace little expert wild swimmer (and Victory dancer). How amazing to grow up as a water baby. #sarahssnowdoniaswims
After 4 weeks of pushing hard through the mountains of Norway (Hence the Instagram silence), driving back to the uk for my sisters wedding and a couple of weeks work to replenish the hole Europe’s most expensive country left us (and fund Europe’s second most expensive country 😂) Its now time to do it all again! Currently in Luxembourg at a popular climbing spot on our way to Chamonix for a trail running festival (where I’m hoping to learn how to run downhill faster than a snail 🐌) then on to Switzerland to squeeze out the last of the summer Alpine season (although a more expensive country there’s a lot more opportunity to push from the valley floor leaving out the expensive huts and chairlifts). PSYCHED ❤️
📸 @bob__stones Running in Lofoten