The weekend had been a washout and the thought of a having a lazy weekend looked too inviting but after a few hours of doing now't I started to get bored and heading out for a walk was the only option.

I'd taken Brad and Holly out this morning and was lucky enough to have some sunshine for an hour or so but but by the time I got back it was already starting to cloud over again.

Despite a few showers the forecast looked brighter for the afternoon so I planned to walk Fair Snape Fell timing my return to catch the sunset but the brightness never came instead I took a soaking on my way back but it was still nice to get out and return to an area of Bowland that I hadn't walked for a few years.

It had started to rain after I left the M6 and there was no signs of the brightness that had been forecast. I parked easily behind a fell runner who was stood behind his car with his boot open who then gave me an extra long stare through the tailgate glass The fell runner left as I threw my pack over my shoulder making sure I'd tucked my waterproof trousers into my packs side pocket for ease of use should the rain get any heavier. There was water everywhere after last nights downfall which actually woke me up during the night, who doesn't like being woken up by the rain though.

I passed Fell Foot Farm which is to the right of the trees below and sighted the fell runner half the way up Parlick, hands on knees, wide strides giving the steep fell side everything he'd got. There are three paths to ascend/descend by one that ascends via the flank of the fell before a steep last push, the second and most popular is a direct path which is actually quite eroded or this one, a smooth grassy trod but don't let the photo fool you, it's very steep and even has a false summit.

I wasn't exactly benighted but another ten to fifteen minutes would have seen me do so. The rain continued to pour to the point I had to keep jerking my head forward to lose the droplets dripping from the peak of my hood. Bleakness came and for some strange reason it didn't feel like a Saturday afternoon it was just dark, wet and windy now.

I skirted around the western flank of Parlick wishing I hadn't after seeing how much mud I had to drudge through which eventually gave way for the 'tourist path' which had been resurfaced since my last visit. The lights from farms and villages below started to appear and there was just enough light to see me down the tourist path. My car came into view as I rounded the flank of the fell by which time the rain had let off and all that was left was the sound of rain water draining in the ground below.