Well worra washout. The plan was to camp at Buttermere on Friday night and walk up to Haystacks for a convivial wild camp up there on Saturday night.
On Friday night, we had a few drinks…. and it blew a hoolie all night and chucked it down, so much so that some tents had their own moats by the morning – which was cold, wet and windy and looked to be settled in for the day. So we went to Keswick for Goulash, Pie and Chips and Venison Pie and some light shopping.
Saturday evening was spent in the hut or shelter on the campsite and a little party developed. Masey and TDude cheated at quiztime by getting the questions right. It continued to sporadically chuck it down and/or be quite breezy most of the night. At some hazy point, I had to repeg the akto which was getting smaller inside somehow.
On Sunday, on the way home (ish) , I bagged the little HuMP High Park, which is just to the left of Lamplugh and has a nice view of the Solway Firth on one side, with Scottish hills visible, and Ennerdale and environs on the other side.
On the drive home, I couldn’t help noticing a thin dusting of fresh snow on the very top of Skiddaw and at the high crossing into Weardale, at Killhope Cross, the car thermometer was reading just 3 C. Brrrr….
As far as the walking and camping was concerned, this event was a bit of a washout. As far as boozing is concerned it was a complete success. I enjoyed it anyway. Shame about the storm.