Greg and I had many great days in the mountains.

One time in 1982 we were lost in a white-out above Devil's Kitchen (Twll Du) trying to find a small lake, only to discover we were standing on it. Frozen and snow covered.  We decided to retreat but a navigation error led us to fall down an icy gulley. We came to a stop only feet from a vertical drop. We then had to carefully kick steps up the ice back up to the top of the slope to safety.

We walked down through Cwm Idwal and back along the road to the car at Ogwen. It was raining by now and by the time we reached the car we were soaked and realisation was beginning to set in. We were shivering and all I could do was blow and keep shaking my head. I looked across at Greg and he was smiling. He then came out with the words I will never forget.

"Andy. This is better than shopping in town on a Saturday afternoon."

Greg, my life would have been immeasurably poorer without knowing you. Miss you and love you buddy.