November 2013: Saturday night had been stretched well into the small hours of Sunday morning celebrating a good friend’s wedding in Liverpool, knowing that my body clock doesn’t allow for lay ins I’d chucked a pack in the back of the car and planned an early getaway driving north to Cumbria and sleeping on a hillside near Borrowdale.
I had to smile as I read the writing etched into wet slate telling me that I was now stood at the officially wettest location in England…….it was raining heavily and didn’t look like it was going to ease off anytime soon. Still….. there’s something comforting about feeling a little fuzzy and ambling along in the rain.
It had been pouring down for a few days, streams were swollen and white and waterfalls roared a little louder. After a few hours of clambering over slippery black rocks and soggy grass i pitched a tent high, just shy of the summit of Seathwaite Fell. The last of the light disappeared and I crawled in to lay for a while, listening to rain get heavier and the wind pick up.
The rain eased off before dawn and it was dry enough to sit outside, drink coffee and stare at a map, I settled on a route that passed by Sprinkling Tarn under Great End, Allen Crags and doubling back on the other side of the valley over the top of Glaramara.
Here’s a few photos of the day, it was a cold dark day mostly thick with mist and rain showers and not worth getting a camera wet…. though occasionally it all lifted or blew over revealing some moody landscapes draped with cloud.