2pm, and now our friends face the homeward trek. Only 100 miles lads! Now the snow again, properly this time. Conversation stalled at first, then it became a waste of energy to even think about speaking, and so the day deteriorated. This was a much bigger test than the morning.
Then they were joined by a slow puncture – perfect. At Corwen they saw the possibility of an alternative form of transport, except there were none to be had. Disaster was now looming large… Read on.