The plan was to meet David and Rod for a walk on Saturday but with winds reaching gale force in Lakeland we decided to give it a miss. The forecast looked the same for Sunday but that changed on Saturday evening offering a bright morning after a night of snowfall.

By the time I'd read the forecast I was half the way through a movie with a beer in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other, the temptation was real but truth be told that forecast could change so I made myself comfortable and forgot about the forecast.

Come Sunday morning I checked the forecast again for Lakeland which had stuck. Bright sunshine was beaming down on the fells before cloudier skies would develop around lunch which caused me to sulk like a six year old. The only way to get over it was to head out and see if a walk over a favourite haunt of mine would cheer me up.

I drove the length of Georges Lane before pulling up at the parking area at Wilderswood finding just two spaces left which was just enough for myself and the guy I'd followed in who left with two Spaniels the moment he'd put the handbrake on. Not quite sure of my route yet I thought I'd let my feet decide.

Considering this is an overcast, wind blown Sunday afternoon I was surprised to see so many people out so much so I decided to stop taking photo's until I'd created a gap between me and the crowds.

This picture was typical of the weather I was experiencing, dark and dull one minute then a burst of sunlight the next.

I left Rotary Way and flanked the transmitter seen on the left which on a day like today, offered a less boggier approach. The trig point would have appeared soon enough had it not been for the half dozen walkers stood around who after spotting my approach gathered up and left.

Most of the folk I'd passed where by now also approaching but didn't bother to take the few steps from Rotary Way to visit the actual summit, it's a common site I often see and I couldn't blame them on a day like today given how wet and boggy it was.

I followed the path from the Chinese Gardens back towards Rivington Pike where I was surprised to find that a snack hut had opened up in what used to be a groundmans hut (I bet the Pike Snack Shack weren't overly pleased) but it at least explained why I saw so many folk walking around with latte's in their hands.

Not long now until the sunset.

I hung around a while longer before realising that the sun was disappearing behind a blanket of cloud nestling across the width of the horizon and with that I began my descent of Rivington Pike.

Light squandered across the sky in tinges of yellow and orange before the cloud gave way through which I could see distant stars appearing. It's almost 16:20pm and although the sun had set there's still enough light to guide me back to the car before dusk settles in bringing the end to another Winters day.