Total coincidental discovery. Going through some old documents and stumbled across a postcard from my mother to hers, sent from the top of Snowdon on this very day in 1937. I had seriously considered walking up there myself today, but decided the weather isn’t good enough. My mother was clearly made of sterner stuff than me. She would have been 16 when the card was sent. She was with her younger brother Jim, who six years later would be dead - shot down in a Lancaster bomber over Hamburg. He joined the airforce at the start of the war ironically after watching them building bombers in the valley below. The postcard is postmarked from the top, and has an Edward VIII stamp on it. My grandmother would probably have received it same day. I have similar cards sent by my grandmother to her husband telling him to pick her up that same afternoon at the local railway station.