Extreme Ironing in Snowdonia in November

After fervent prayers and prolonged effort, my attempts to get myself fired were finally successful. Well, maybe not quite fired, but at least the next best thing: my services were not required for a while. Such is the nature of locum work. I therefore seized the opportunity to try some extreme ironing in my beloved Snowdonia. Apparently this combines the thrill of a danger sport with the satisfaction of a well pressed shirt. I'd never done this before but have always enjoyed ironing, which I thought might give me an edge. There are international championships now, and maybe I could make the Aussie team someday with sufficient training. But Aussies are tough, not to mention the best in the world, so I knew this would need to be hard-core. First though, I grabbed the credit card and headed to John Lewis, where I attracted strange looks as I tried most of their display ironing boards on for size and weight. The board I chose was strong, lightweight, and fitted to my climbing pack - just. The £50 caused me pain, but I knew it would be worth every pound, high on the mountain. Don't miss the published story of this adventure! And my extreme ironing training tips are revealed in this interview.