A little bit of rain doesn't stop us...
“Well, so that’s where all the lakes of the Lake District
come from!” For most of our Ramsoc walks, we’re very lucky – this year we’ve
had sunshine, blue skies, and mild weather. Charlotte’s October weekend were
tales of lovely weather in Snowdonia. Unfortunately, our luck couldn’t last!
With the remnants of Hurricane Abigail echoing
on the minibus radio as we headed into the North, there was a sense of
trepidation. For forecasted was rain, and lots of it. Not just a lot. Buckets
worth.
A little fall of rain, however, doesn’t stop us! After
cosying up in the lovely YHA Hawkshead Courtyard and falling asleep to the
sound of rain (we didn’t stop hearing it all weekend), we arose bright and
early for a day of walking! I was one of the leaders and was being assessed,
and we were climbing some of the Langdales – beautiful peaks in the centre of
the Lake District. The climb wasn’t too arduous, yet with the clouds lapping at
our boots, we knew we were getting high.
Our assessment went well, whilst we were a little nervous at times the walk
went just fine, and we’ll blame the slight navigational hiccups on the poor
visibility, both in front of us and on our glasses! After climbing to the
summit, we made our descent, savouring in the wildness and admittedly wet
beauty of the Lake District.
After finishing a lovely day out on the hills, we returned,
some of us very damp by this point, to our cosy hostel. This weekend, I had the
pleasure of being cooked for, so I sat back and enjoyed a delicious chicken pie,
followed by more pie for dessert! After enjoying some wine, chatting and
laughing with everyone, I turned in for the night.
The next morning, the rain hadn’t disappeared. Far from it;
if anything, it seemed to be even heavier! Last night, we’d made plans of
heading over to the Coniston Fells, and we set off with high hopes for a day on
the hills. Storm Abigail, however, had different plans! Our convoy set off
across country lanes to Coniston, but water was in our way.
The first time was a surprise. The second, quite funny. By
the third and fourth, we knew we wouldn’t reach Coniston; our destined fells
were out of reach. But we’re walkers – we don’t just give up there! Instead,
most of us set off for a bimble around Lake Windermere. We couldn’t escape the
rain, but we still had a wonderful time.
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