Silver Duke of Edinburgh
I was on an hike over 3 days across Snowdonia, it was Easter.

We arrived into our campsite on the side of Llyn Crafnant as it was getting dark. It was about 3*c and was beginning to sleet. My body was cold to the core. we quickly had dinner, then headed off the the tent in the blackest of nights.... very wet, and very cold.

about 4am I was awoken to the wimpers of my mate lying to the right to me... followed by the wimpering of the friend to the left of me (I was in the middle of the tent) we couldnt move.

I opened my eyes, and noticed something was different... I couldnt make it out, but something had definetly changed... Looking at my friends faces, I noticed they were alot higher, and close to the roof of the tent. and me snuggled in the bit in the middle. I got up and climber over them to get out... it was baltic...

Zipping open the tent, I noticed around 12 inches of snow had fallen.. which had more or less collapsed the sides of the tent. the snow was lying on my friends, like a big wet blanket.

I remember after warming them up wringing their sleeping bags out after wards.. we had another cold night the following night which they slept right through... in a wet sleeping bag. little soldiers.
(Dan dan dan They tik urh jerbs!!!, Mon 2 Apr 2012, 16:31, Reply)