Two young lads tore up the M6 in my newly bought Peugeot 406 Coupe, it was a fine crisp morning, ideal for walking with a icy frost underfoot, I precariously managed my way down to Mardale Head using what ever I could for grip as to not loose control of my new car, this came in the form of the grass verge because if I remember rightly, Mardale Head in January is no place for low slung coupes, this was Landrover territory but I persevered and we managed to get one of the last parking spaces in an already crammed out car park.
Being new to walking yet both having some map skills we deemed it safe this day for an all out ascent on High Street. What we didn’t prepare for was the first pretty frightening weather front that caught up with us while on the summit. I say caught up, It felt like that weather front was hiding behind the curtains waiting for these likely lads to summit there first ever Wainwright and then go BOOOO!!!! Got yer!!!!!
It certainly got us, we almost made it to Froswick before realising our mistake and then retracing our steps all the way back to the summit. A lot of things besides fear hit me that day, and once back at the summit and with a more steady heart rate, in that low evening light, as we descended High Street’s rocky ridge.
I think I fell in love with Lakeland. |
