Looking back on the second morning of our Glyndwrs Way hike, the day before the snow, when Isaac was picking up every piece of ice from every frozen puddle. Once his gloves were soaked, he just carried on until

“Dad, my hands are cold”

But kids are kids and no amount of ‘I told you so’ get fingers warm so it’s a learning moment for both of us. For the 6 year old hiker. Yes ice is cold and wet. And for Dad?
No amount of spare gloves would be enough!