Ran from Mold over Moel Famau and back this morning about 14 miles. Spent most of the time running in virgin snow across fields and up the hillside. Followed some fox prints for quite a way, he obviously could tell where the shallowest snow was because as soon as I stepped of his tracks I was up to my calves. Met some runners making there way up when I was tearing down the other side, Mudclaws were great. Luckily I was just out of sight when they finally lost grip and I slid for about 50m on my ar$e. Got a nice big bruise now. Once back on the road, most of the snow that had been there two hours earlier had melted.