On Wednesday night, it was a full moon, so Seamus, Alex, Al and I skiied to Cameron Lake at 11pm by moon/snowlight. We got to the lake at midnight and stood in awe for a while, looking at the glowing mountains and moon and the massive frozen lake. We skiied a little way on it (just so we could say we'd skiied on the lake by moonlight), then skiied back and made a fire. We forgot to take water to boil for tea, so we boiled snow, but then realised we'd forgotten cups...so we just ate some biscuits instead. Our camera wasn't working, but to be honest, photos wouldn't have done it any justice, some things work better committed to memory than to camera. It was so beautiful. A full moon over snowy mountains is one of the best things I've ever seen.
Last night was Al's memorial and it was lovely and alcohol-fuelled, exactly the way he'd have wanted it.