I love the way the virgin snow of the drift seems to funnel upwards like an ice cream cone before exploding outwards across the sky in a 180º spread.
It was an icy cold but beautiful day in the snowy mountains of the lower Carneddau. The walk that I'd planned to finish in 5 hours, had to be shortened drastically as thick snowdrifts made progress unbelievably slow. I avoided two peaks and walked just below the summits to save time but I still ended up on dangerous unconsolidated snow, hiding treacherous ankle-snapping drops into streams below. I finally arrived in near darkness at the Aber valley far below, in pain and having learned lessons for sure.