Take that, Met Office… we climbed the Pen y Fan on Saturday, in cloudy but dry weather; the wind, picking up speed, should have given us a clue. The very moment we hit the summit, a snowstorm erupted on our heads, driving sideways into every opening our clothes allowed. By the time we got back to the Storey Arms, not even the skin between our toes was dry. The kids, like young Douglas Mawsons, braved the icy slope and the penetrating wind chill, three steps to our one. Today they all remembered how they had walked into the clouds.
