Snowdon and Septicemia!

Yes, I know it was a while ago now, but guess what? WE DID IT!!!
English: This way to Snowdon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)We managed to climb Mount Snowdon after postponing it once already due to severe weather. It took us 7 hours in total – and oh what a wonderful adventure it was! Or was it?

As most of you already know, I dedicated the climb for my friend Caroline who lost her 2 year old son Max to a brain tumour. (Read his story here). I had only met Caroline a month before, but had never met Max. However, her story touched me to the core. It was this that kept me going. I had to do it for her and for Max.

We set up early after a hearty breakfast of cereal(!) on a beautiful morning on Father’s Day. Yes, my Dad actually said to me (jokingly), ” You don’t love me do you?” as I was going to be away on his day.

There were four of us girls altogether – a darling friend of mine that I have known for over 20 years, and 2 others that I had never met before. Luckily, we had all had a chance to get to know each other on the train on the way up so it was great.

The famous four!

I was probably the most unfit and untrained one out of the whole lot! I always seemed to be trailing behind the others, although this probably had to do with the fact that I had a rickety right knee whose ligaments I completely ruptured the last time I was on a mountain! Also, I carried so much gear with me after reading various websites that I should really have been charged for carrying excess baggage on to the mountain! I was prepared for all sorts of weather so as well as my climbing clothes, I also took waterproofs, fleeces, first aid kit (which I did need!), torch, food, drinks, etc. No bloody wonder I kept on falling over!

After you!

In my defense though, I was told by previous climbers that the weather on Snowdon could turn without any warning so we had to be prepared for anything…


We took the Pyg trail up which is an intermediate level climb. The great thing about this trail was the beautiful scenery. It was just breathtaking. The weather was glorious. We had to keep on stopping just to take photos and admire the heart shaped lakes and luscious green valleys below.


We had the occasional shifty sheep cross our paths. This was Wales after all!

1005252_10151444663797027_740930259_nThere were also winding waterfalls trickling across the rocks making them wet and slippery. However, this was the least of our worries. The biggest obstacle to face us was the numerous dogs! Yes, dogs walking, running, skipping along and climbing up, down, and all over Snowdon! This is fine if you like dogs, but if you have a phobia of dogs (which one of the girls does!) then you are to put it politely, up sh*t creek!

Forget trying to navigate the best route up so as not to fall over or twist your ankles, (or break your good knee in my case!), but also attempt to master the walking poles with all that heavy gear on your back, and at the same time keeping a watchful eye out for any crafty canines that might hurdle past slapping you with their wagging tails and smelling for any humans that feared them!

He’s behind you!

Wherever we looked, the dogs were there. As soon as one came anywhere near us, our dog fearing friend would freeze on the spot or just stop mid-sentence and walk off to the edge fast. This was our cue, and which ever one of us was near her would just circle her like a protective bodyguard, legs and walking poles akimbo whilst smiling nervously at the dog and its owner until they had passed! It certainly kept us on our toes…

Stairway to heaven…

Three falls (not just me!), several shaggy sheep, a few noisy seagulls, countless dodgy dogs and four hours later we were standing at the summit. It was surreal. It was cloudy. We couldn’t see the bottom, but we were surrounded by a swirl of mist and cloud. It was almost eerie, but calm. We had made it.

It was a bittersweet moment. Happy to have made it, but sad at the same time as you remember the reason for the climb and all those that had lost loved ones. The first person I texted was Caroline to tell her we were at the top.

1,085m high

We decided to take the Llanberis route down which is not as picturesque, but a little easier as it runs alongside the railway line. We meandered down the path strewn with loose stones and rocks and soon got into a rhythm chatting and singing along the way.

It’s a long way down!

So engrossed was I talking to one of the girls that I didn’t notice a rock half sticking out of the ground and immediately went flying over it straight onto my knee! The good knee, you will be glad to know. Anyway, it was a deep cut which refused to stop bleeding. We tried to wipe the wound clean with sterile swabs and put a plaster on it to stop the blood. The sight of me crashing on to the floor gave the girls something to giggle about, and so we went on our merry way right to the bottom of the mountain.

Do you think they will notice if I get the train down?

On the train back to London we rested our weary feet and aching body parts, and celebrated with cold Dominos pizza and a warm bottle of Prosecco! 🙂

Two days later, large red spots appeared all over my face, neck and arms. My face was swollen, my eyes and my body felt heavy like I had just been given a shot of sleeping pills! I went straight to see my Dad (who is a doctor). I asked him if it was hives, an allergic reaction to something or insect bites? He looked at me and said, “I think you have got Septicemia. We need to start antibiotics straight away!”

What?! Why? How? Apparently, I had got blood poisoning from the cut to my knee. It just sounded incredulous. I had just climbed a mountain. My first one ever. It had all gone so well. Now I get this. It could only happen to me!

But, I can see the positive side. I was going to be fine. We all successfully climbed Snowdon on a beautiful, sunny day. My Dad was there just when I needed him. It all could have been so much worse. There was definitely somebody watching over us…

Who’s the mummy?!

I managed to raise £1,360 for The Brain Tumour Charity. Any more donations are more than welcome on my JustGiving page.

Thank you to all those who have already donated and supported this amazingcause. God bless you. xxx

I’m Climbing Snowdon for Charity!

brainhandsRecently, a group of amazing bloggers that went under the united name of TeamHonk climbed Mount Snowdon for Comic Relief. I would have joined them, but I had already signed up to climb to raise money for The Brain Tumour Charity. I am now going to attempt to follow in their epic footsteps on April 1st (no joke)!! 🙂

As most of you already know, I am a volunteer Ambassador for The Brain Tumour Charity (formerly Samantha Dickson Brain Tumour Trust). This charity is the result of a merger between Brain Tumour UK and The Joseph Foote Trust. Their work is inspired by Samantha and Joseph who were 16 and 9 years old respectively when they sadly lost their lives to a brain tumour.

Brain Tumours are the biggest cancer killer of children and young people under the age of 40 in the UK. Around 400 children are diagnosed with brain cancer every year and around 100 of them never make it. As a parent, this statistic is immensely worrying for me and I’m sure for any other parent out there. Being told that your child has cancer is every parent’s worst nightmare. One mother described how she felt when she heard her daughter had a cancerous tumour. “It is like having a gun with ten chambers held against your child’s head and being told it is ‘good news’ that only two of the chambers contain a bullet.”

Many of us will have all read in the papers recently how a mother, Sally Roberts took her 7 year old son and went into hiding after he was told that he would need radiotherapy to treat his brain tumour. This poor mum did not have the support she needed and did not want to subject the child to the potential side effects of radiation, so she ran away.

The only way any of this will get any better is by your help and support. We need your generous donations to spread awareness, provide funding for research and diagnosis, and provide better support and care to patients and their carers. So please donate by clicking on the link at the bottom of this post.

A friend of mine once said that living with a brain tumour was an uphill battle. So, I think climbing a mountain is an apt gesture. I will only climb for a day, but there are thousands out there that are struggling to ‘climb mountains’ every day…

I can almost see it.
That dream I’m dreaming, but
There’s a voice inside my head saying
You’ll never reach it
Every step I’m takin’
Every move I make
Feels lost with no direction,
My faith is shakin’
But I, I gotta keep tryin’
Gotta keep my head held high
There’s always gonna be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose
Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what’s waitin’ on the other side
It’s the climb
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