Brecon minus 4days and counting...

Well after a manic rush to complete the mandatory first aid kit, running around after a 3-man tent and trying to figure out who's travelling where, when and with whom, (is that the right use of the word 'whom'? I never know) I think we're almost sorted for the weekend's little escapade. Although the bloody weather has gone on vacation. I just know we're going to be doing this in the sopping wet, it's gonna be windy, cold, slippery, and three guesses who is going to end up flat on their arse in the mud sliding most of the way down Pen-y-fan. Or is it Fan-y-pen? Or Pan-y-fen? Well... something like that anyway. Great lot of good my 2litres of emergency water is gonna do me then. Still, sponsorship is going brilliantly thanks to loads of effort on family and friends' parts, so it's all gonna be worth it. That's assuming I make it back alive. I've still not forgotten about the sheep...