And there, but for the grace of God, go I.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/live/uk-wales-67484258
When I was a teen me and my mates would drive up drunkenly from Essex to North Wales, do what is now called wild camping, and experiment with drugs. This was before my mate Howard killed himself with heroin and put me off the whole scene. I can remember one night we stopped half way up the A5 and bought a cheap bottle of brandy - well, relabelled meths - and we were all, including the driver, smashed.
I've no right to still be here, but at least given half a chance in a conversation now I'm older and wiser I can sometimes give some effective advice, precisely because I've been there.
I feel so much for these poor youngsters and their families. Our modern inverted world where the whims of the young are allowed to override the hard won experience of such of us oldies that have survived is sad. There needs to be a balance, mind, not going back to Victorian vicious patriarchy.
I know the road on which the accident apparently occurred very well - it's a short cut between where I live and the main roads south. There are one or two twisty sections but mostly its not that bad.