Unbelievable scenes up 'me ill' last night. 
Footpath had disappeared to be replaced with monster snowdrifts. Crystal clear sky, monster huge full moon bathing everrything in an erie blue glow reflecting off the snow. It was almost like daylight. Really cold but unoticed tbh.
Lashings of hot choccy and Asda Smart Price crimbo cake once we reached the top.
Texted someone in here from up there but he never replied. 
All I said was 'appy new year and that I appeared to be up me 'ill too. Nowt offensive like.
Midnight, and all of a sudden the place was heaving with well wishers and dogs with strange flashing lights strapped to their backs. Flares and fireworks set off and it was like a ruddy great carnival, not something I'd normally welcome up me 'ill but on this ocassion it was actually very and most satisfying to witness.
Me and young Growler jnr watched the surrounding hundreds of square miles over 360 degrees from Blackpool, the Peak District, the Cheshire Plains, down towards mid Wales and up to Snowdonia to the Irish sea, become a festival of flashing lights and colour as tens of thousands of fireworks were set off. Absolutely awesome and breath taking.
We struggled back down, slipping and falling over regulary into the fluffy white surroundings but not giving a jot.
One of the most incredible sights, apart from the top of me 'ill being bathed in a virtual constant red glow from never ending flares, was when the Air Sea Rescue helicopter came over from the Cheshire direction.
He hovered overhead flashing his search light at the revellers 200' below for 30 seconds before vanishing back to presumably Angelsey
Yes, a bitterly cold night but probably the most unusual but best NYE celebration I've ever had.
I'm just sad it's all over but the memory will last forever.
Poetry Growler 
That's the way to do it, I'm quite envious
Well thank you very much JOM. That is appreciated.
I tried to portray my observations and feeling of the night as it was indeed a sort of
passionate occasion, you know, one of those events and moments in your life that somehow you just know will stick around in your memeory for as long as you live.
It was made all the sweeter by virtue of the fact that the young Bear cub exclaimed his delight for the trip up there, and thanked me profusely for giving him the opportunity to experience it.
I guess this is why I'm feeling the miserable Jan. 1st blues today now. Always the same after you've had a really great time I suppose.
All a bit off topic, but the weather did actually play a big part in it all, probably the likes of which will never be seen again at that time of the year at the change of the decade too.
