Last week’s Spare Time was spent putting together the Alpine Phantom book and framing some of the art-works. As I have been considering all things mountain-related in recent weeks, I felt impelled to do a little hill walking myself today. I climbed to the top of Moel Siabod (a fairly easy 872 metre high peak in Snowdonia) and sat on the top ridge as the clouds cleared. The sheer drop down to a disused quarry below set me thinking about Humphrey Jennings’s untimely demise in 1950 (he fell from a cliff on the small Greek island of Poros).
After returning to what passes for civilisation in Betws y Coed to observe a scooter rally, I popped into a little railway museum to buy a model priest and cameraman to use in this pictured assemblage. The working title is falling…
