But the idea of glaciers on Snowdon does stimulate some intriguing thoughts. Whilst on skiing holidays I've occasionally wondered what a Welsh one would be like. Especially when I've been in Austria, for some reason. Could Wales be the new Austria?
Lunch up on the mountain would be cawl (Welsh lamb stew) or toasted cheese (Welsh fondue?). Tea back in the chalet (or perhaps the static down at Llandudno) would be Welsh cakes and bara brith (buttered fruit cake). Dinner: sewin and chips with a few pints of beer. I suppose hip flasks would be charged with Welsh whisky. The evenings would be whiled away singing hymns with Dai, your ski instructor (Dai the Ski?), or perhaps Blodwen, both of whom speak surprisingly good English. After a night of boozing and singing, I think we'll skip the breakfast of cockles and lava bread.
However, this may all remain a dream for the foreseeable future. At the end of the article, a sceptical climatologist (they, too, occasionally get reported) expresses his doubts about this prediction, albeit rather apologetically:
...the variables involved mean that this cannot be cast in stone as absolute fact beyond all reasonable doubt, and as interesting as it sounds, I for one, cannot subscribe to it.