Back to the editorial loom today after a short Easter break... camping near Rhyd-Ddu in the heart of Snowdonia.
The last time we went camping was about 15 years ago in Devon in the middle of summer in a little two man ridge tent.
This time we were out in temperatures barely above freezing in a ridiculously large tent for two people and a dog, and with enough food and clothing to stock an Everest base camp. The more you grow the less you know.
The crowds as ever hurled themselves up every ridge of Snowdon, ignoring all the beautiful peaks nearby. We climbed up its neighbour Yr Aran on Easter Sunday and saw just six people in three hours.
And by night we had the delights of the Cwellyn Arms and its fabulous range of real ales.
Plenty of incidents to report from the Bank Holidays, as ever, with the dramatic rescue of an angler dominating today's front page, following on from that dreadful tragedy on the Great Orme on Good Friday when the woman fell to her death from a cable car. We understand she had a young daughter - I can't imagine what her family is going through.
Still too early to let you know what's shaping up for tomorrow's edition but I'm blogging early as we have the sad task of saying farewell to Ivor Wynne Jones this afternoon. I expect Llanrhos Parish Church will be packed for his funeral.
