My legs are embarrassing me today. I got home from the Lake District yesterday evening after a cracking three days backpacking the fells surrounding Wast Water. Today I can barely walk, I’m all creaky knees and knotted calf muscles. I’m usually fine after a few days in the hills with a pack on my back but the Lakes have given me a different type of work out. I blame all the contours knitted together, giving a large amount of ascent and descent. I think it was the descent from the summit of Kirk Fell to the pub at Wasdale Head that finished me off.
I have fallen back in love with the Lakes, despite the crowds. The mountains are simply stunning, the weekend filled with views of iconic mountains. What made it really special was the weather on Saturday. It was dry and often sunny but every now and then clouds would stream up from the valleys, the mountain tops making them ragged. Standing up high and watching clouds grow and shift in front of our eyes was a magical experience.
Looking towards Pillar from above Wind Gap
As usual the two wild camps were the highlight of the weekend. A high camp next to Scoat Tarn treated us to a warm and sunny morning after a wet and misty night. On the second night we failed to get to our planned destination on the summit of Great How. I blame the pint in the pub for that!
Camping next to Scoat Tarn.
I have come to the conclusion that I am simply a tick magnet. Richard who spent the weekend in shorts did not collect any whilst I managed a tally of two. I must give off some sort of scent that shouts out ‘dinners ready’. A horse fly got me too, that hurt more than I thought it would and I have a large lump to show off.
A full write-up in due course, I am falling severely behind with my trip reports at the moment, a few yet to come. My maps are already out planning the next trip, I can’t seem to get enough of the hills this year.