The lane descended back to Far Sawrey which seemed as quiet as we'd left it this morning with the exception of half a dozen mountain bikes leant outside the Cuckcoo Brow Inn whose owners looked over them from a nearby window. I'd stubbornly kept my waterproof jacket on throughout the day and was positively steaming when we arrived back at the village hall and I couldn't wait to take it off. We began our kit down as David puts Calva into his car who curled himself up into a ball on the back seat.
We'd walked close to ten miles and although we had hardly gained any ascent ten miles was ten miles and feet were beginning to ache a little. Luckily I'd packed my second pair of lows in David's boot and once my gaitors were removed slipping my feet into a dry lightweight shoe felt heavenly. Rod and Michael were nipping into the Cuckoo Brow Inn for a quick half before returning home and after arranging a walk for a couple of weeks time we said our goodbyes.
David and I still couldn't believe the heavy rain we had met up in hours earlier which among many, was the topic of conversation as we drove through Hawkshead on our way back. We reached the parking spaces at Clappersgate which were as expected, full to bursting before switching my gear from David's boot into mine. We said our goodbyes and just as I was about to get into the car I noticed the River Brathay looking quite full so before I took off for home I took in the views still steaming like a good-un. |