Sunday, 19 July 2015

Lakes 2014: Day Eight


Given that I was a total wuss at the time (and am somehow even more wussy now), the Yeti and I didn't do the obvious thing and have a crack at Scafell Pike, despite being camped right at the foot of it.

Instead, we decided that it would be a fun idea to climb Illgill head - which made sense: it'd still be a nice little challenge, it would be a personal best for height for both of us, and would tick off another Wainwright. And, best of all, Illgill head is said to have amazing views.

So we set off fun of excitement and general good cheer.


We were aware that the clouds were massing, but a spot of light rain for an hour or so had been predicted for the day (according to the campsite's information board), so we weren't too worried on that score. We just donned our waterproofs ready for the short spell and carried on.





But the cloud did not seem happy to budge; the wind picked up a little, and the clouds descended further - as evidenced by these photos that almost look as though my camera was dying...



Telling ourselves it would soon pass - that the cloud would have lifted by the time we get to the top, ready to see the incredible view, we carried on (I mean, we would have carried on either way, but I really had my heart set on seeing that view...).

Considering I'd been hill-walking for 2 years at that point, the level of self-deception involved there was heroic.

I'm sure you can all guess what happened next...




Yep. Welcome to cloud city.

That second photo is of the Yeti at the summit. Suffice to say, we didn't see that spectacular view.

Nonetheless: it was still our biggest hill to date, still another Wainwright, still another achievement. And it was also our first time in cloud, which was actually a pretty awesome experience (even if it did mean we missed out on an ace view). Turns out those things are cold - which most of you will know, but I didn't.

Waterproofs back on (for heat if nothing else), we headed back down the hill towards Wasdale, eager to get to the famous Wasdale Head Inn for some well-earned snap.






The rain seemed to let up a little by the time we got back to the campsite to drop off Sam's rucksack - but we were so shivery by then that we ended up getting changed into some dry clothes and (after some pouting from me) driving to the pub instead of walking. What can I say? Being soggy is not fantastic for morale sometimes.


When we got back to the campsite later, full of warm comfort food and pop, we were heartened by the news from the info board that the next day was due to be sunny, lovely, and warm.

Though we experienced some trust issues with that information board for the rest of the time there.


Next time: In part due to an injury, the last day of good weather is spent on la'al Ratty and staring lovingly at Britain's Favourite View.

Flashback: VideoDay 1, Day 2 (am/pm), Day 3Day 4Day 5Day 6, Day 7

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