Brother Alun and nephew Richie headed up north for a quick visit last week. On Sunday we managed to wear them out by suggesting a huge walk over the Helvellyn range while Stu paddled about on Windermere, and while I realised I'd got the date of the fell race wrong (guh). I opted to run up Coniston Old Man instead which was a fair second to the Grizedale trail race. Lovely sunny day. Monday saw Rich, Alun and I on Sharp Edge (fetchingly modelled by Rich). There were a startling number of people freaked out by the ridge, wobbling around, on hands and knees. It was a lovely day, clear, with some high cloud. 
But the weather was no excuse for Alun lobbing into Scales Tarn on the way down. Cold just didn't seem to be expressive enough. Painful would have been better. As I was taking photos, with the sounds of someone shouting in the background, I wondered about the sanity of this act...
Anyhow, Alun emerged from the water, seemingly unscathed. A good day out. Earlier in the weekend, Stu and I made a daring bid to start our outdoor climbing season in the Lakes. On Friday night we squeaked out an easy route on Brown slabs at Shepherds after spitting the dummy at Quayfoot Buttress, which wasn't quite ready for us...a bit dank and slimy. 
We camped high up at the Three Shires Stone at the Wrynose Pass in an attempt to get onto some rock early in the morning, but this backfired on two counts: (a) complete inability on my part to get out of a tent quickly, and (b) high winds built up overnight and by morning it was really too cold to climb. We sped back to Castle Rock and Stu had the heady delight of leading a particularly fine VS on smashing, grey, dry rock.
Brother Alun and nephew Richie headed up north for a quick visit last week. On Sunday we managed to wear them out by suggesting a huge walk over the Helvellyn range while Stu paddled about on Windermere, and while I realised I'd got the date of the fell race wrong (guh). I opted to run up Coniston Old Man instead which was a fair second to the Grizedale trail race. Lovely sunny day. Monday saw Rich, Alun and I on Sharp Edge (fetchingly modelled by Rich). There were a startling number of people freaked out by the ridge, wobbling around, on hands and knees. It was a lovely day, clear, with some high cloud. 
But the weather was no excuse for Alun lobbing into Scales Tarn on the way down. Cold just didn't seem to be expressive enough. Painful would have been better. As I was taking photos, with the sounds of someone shouting in the background, I wondered about the sanity of this act...
Anyhow, Alun emerged from the water, seemingly unscathed. A good day out. Earlier in the weekend, Stu and I made a daring bid to start our outdoor climbing season in the Lakes. On Friday night we squeaked out an easy route on Brown slabs at Shepherds after spitting the dummy at Quayfoot Buttress, which wasn't quite ready for us...a bit dank and slimy. 
We camped high up at the Three Shires Stone at the Wrynose Pass in an attempt to get onto some rock early in the morning, but this backfired on two counts: (a) complete inability on my part to get out of a tent quickly, and (b) high winds built up overnight and by morning it was really too cold to climb. We sped back to Castle Rock and Stu had the heady delight of leading a particularly fine VS on smashing, grey, dry rock.
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