MINI MEET/FIRST CAMP CLUSTER

CAMP CLUSTER MEMORIES by DARREN HAMILTON

i spent meny an hour just waching this view change with the weather and movement of the sun, clouds dirfted passed like my shadows,

hi all, first camp cluster, i got to llanberis late sat as the sun was setting through the pass, well i waited at the top made few brews till it did, camra ready for some of the most stunning views , massive shere mountain walls weather carved by nature ove thousands of years, twisting down the deep vally light mists drift pass, ,golden sun lights through simpsons like clouds, shafts of bright light slowly drwawing across the face of snowdon, its moods changing with the clours of fadeing light, slate gray to granite, soft browns through purples and reds, the clouds purple underside drifting north, the road snakes sharp curves that remind you to not enjoy the views if you mooving!! as the road was empty and i was only doing 5mph i took the odd peek, the camp site was basik but stunning in its views all the stars were out across the hevens bordered buy two mountains eather side, smoke spiraled lazly upward dancing to hidden eddys i watch feet up pondering the stars with no light polution, 2shooting stars traced the sky that night and only one ch attack, (got bit side tracked here a bit ) , if a long way to the loo, sun rise sunday morning was stunning i took good few more picks then found out ive forgotton the memory card for the camra, poo fiddley stiks, first visitors was karen and her family, was good to meet them nice chat and brew, but no camra card, so off to bangor monday morning sorted, card, fire wood as well as more munchies, so now some picks as the rain came in monday, not to worry was warm and dry undre the tarp even when the wather was a little more than a tad damp, the wood burner i did not make but it kinda did the job and heated the can of soup a treat, but the toast fell in the fire twice and tasted of burnt paint when didnt, ho hum, but it got nice and toasty with bacon sarnie feet up fire blazing next to the constant water fall from the tarp, sound of rain on the tarp and cluster bus roof was realy relaxin, so i raised a glass of honey jack to toast the moment, 45min later o2 suma kip 9 tryed to take the shine of the moment but by the power of 4hours suma this biker will have another jack and like it, sun rose up the same time as suma wore off, i turned in to farther jack as the portable i grabbed was empty im bouncin round the ari bed looking for the big o2 bottle under my jacket, swearing like a trooper quietly to my self, ok houney jacj time to pay my dues in full, coffee and chocolate time, must remember to brush my teef after not befor ,, tuesday had arrived the sun came out i took few picks mike and young andrew turned up as did col both localish chers, so back to mikes for coffee just as dorothy and hubby turned up, it was great time chattin catching up face to face, rather than by key board, smiles say so much more like a warm hug, so as the evening as on us i gave col a lift home bouncing along roads with views to tremember if i can with this clustery brain, big thanks to col for the demand valve he gave me much apperchated, fair wells sead back to llanberis and through the pass in the setting sun for the last time this trip, windows down so i can hear the purr of the engine easly climbing up ward snakeing twisting passed clean cut dry stone walls some of the beast ive seen that best not be meesed with by cars, damp mountain air cold but still fresh in a way, so much better that the m3 i live next to and where i will be 285miles time, so i savor thies last few miles of stunning beuty, and the good memories of a good first camp cluster.

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miles smiles a trip worth while , memories i will keep with me alwase, moments shared, attacks a plenty mainly at night, but ive got meds o2 a cluster bus and the will to have a life, some times its hard in the back under a motor way bridge recovierin hugging o2 bottle, or service station wit to meny pepol asking how thay can help when all i want is to beft to deal with it, but thats ch life, we live we have attacks we get over it, its what we do, but where we do it and who we share moments with is our choise, not cluster, so home ward bound, with the setting sun easer on my eyes, this happy cluster head face,

better than tv, and having attacks in the same bedroom, same chair same bathroom floor, thies are views to recover in when we can,

now its vally monsoon , feet up bacon sarnie, by the toasty log burner next to the constant water fall, chicken soup with soggy toast, ok ray mears im not ,

mike, andrew, dorothy, me and col, all diferent walks of life united by ch, just one of the silver linings of ch i think,

snowdon through the mist and trees,