And it did.
We’re just back from a week in the Lake District. It was lovely and it rained, which is to be expected in October. We were camping and managed to stay dry all week until the final night when water started to rise up into the tent. The walking was good, we got in the Mosedale Horeshoe. Illgill Head was an alternative on the day when the weather was so bad it would have been a bit silly to go up Scafell Pike as originally planned. Over the top of Illgill was good, the route back round the base was a bit tricky, involving lots of boulder scrambling. Slimy, spikey boulders in the rain aren’t ideal and I ended up tearing my jacket and waterproof trousers, gashing my boots and smacking my knee. All of which was more than enough battle scarring for one day.
I’m now sat on the sofa with that horrible constricted feeling you get when you’re back in a building after spending a lot of time outside. It feels too stuffy and quiet.
