Last day in the Lakes and apparently the weather is much more typical now. Lots of rain, but it hasn't dampened our spirits. We chugged up another (small) Wainwright today and it was blowing a gale at the top. I realised that my rucksack wasn't waterproof so I wore it underneath my jacket and ended up looking like a giant, bright green turtle.
Tuesday, 28 March 2017
It may have seemed as if we were on holiday for the last few days, but actually we have been working really hard. E and M have been collecting Wainwright's for many years - these are the big mountains in the Lake District. There are 214 of them and we bagged ten in four days. This took Mark to 200, so we had the champagne on ice to celebrate this milestone. Unfortunately after a recount it turns out that he only has 196. Obviously we couldn't put the cork back in so we celebrated anyway.
Ps, thank you to Elaine for safely driving us over the Hardnott Pass, the steepest and worst road in England.
Monday, 27 March 2017
There are a few signs that things are gradually getting back to normal for us. Firstly I have started doing silly poses again. Also Daz is back buying gadgets. Today he managed to order a new running watch while hiking on the top of a mountain! He is also getting tight with money again. Fortunately although he turned down the chance to upgrade to a double jacuzzi room tonight, when we got here they gave it to us anyway! However the experience was slightly disconcerting as the water that came out of the tap was a deep yellow colour.
Sunday, 26 March 2017
We have survived day two in the Lake District. Good posing for a Rohan catalogue by the family. Not such a hilly day today as we took stock of our bruises, aches and pains from yesterday. It was good to get a quick beer in at the end of the day and then put our feet up in our lovely cottage.
Saturday, 25 March 2017
We went to the Lake District towards the end of March and I am just bringing my blog up to date.
Up in the Lake District with Daz, Elaine and Mark. Lots of drama as the first thing that happened was that E and M's brand new car got stuck in a giant mud bath and we had to push it out. Then we walked up above the snow line and I sank up to my thighs in the snow. Me and Elaine had to crawl out, but somehow Daz and Mark managed to run across it.
After a great day out walking in amazing scenery and weather, we chose the steepest and most dangerous route ever down the side of a mountain. E and M have walked in the Lake District at least once a year for the last 25 years, and as we all quivered in shock at the bottom they said that it was the worst descent that they have ever seen. All of this on day one, and we are here for the whole week!