I found the camping barn and ran out of the rain through the front door of the barn. This turned out to be the toilet. Next attempt I found Alastair and Trevor brewing up some mulled wine. The cards came out and a heated game of "Beat Your Neighbour" ensued.

Tranquilised with Trev’s Homemade Cherry Brandy, I fell asleep listening to wind and rain on the other side of the tiles. In the morning I woke to Trevor’s repeated grumble of “two thirty-two”. It turned out that some Londoners arrived in the night woke him up and then began top-volume snoring which kept him awake.

On Saturday we did a grade 1/2 scramble on Great Gable called the Napes. The first obstacle was Napes Needle. This was described in the guidebook as a “steep, strenuous, slippery, squirmy, struggle” or some such sibilance. It was pretty tricky in the conditions we found it in and we abseiled off the other side. The route then took us across a gully, behind a flake (giving a few minutes respite from the wind), down a steep wall, and across another gully full of loose rocks (several of which bounced off my shoulders). Then we turned up just before the impressive Sphinx rock (shown in someone else's photo (taken in much nicer weather) I nicked off the internet as I forgot my camera) to join Sphinx ridge.



On the ridge we had to make an exposed step onto a small out of sight ledge over a boulder. It was a bit like stepping on the ledge at the bottom of my wardrobe, whilst hanging onto the shelf looking for socks. The only difference being the couple of hundred meters of drop beneath my feet. From there to the summit was happy and windy scrambling which petered out into a walk.

We had our lunch out of the wind on the other side of the cairn at the top and then followed a track down to (an extremely) windy gap where you can stand at 45 degrees to the ground. Then, on hands and knees practically, we climbed Green Gable and more easily walked into the valley, north of Base Brown.

The looming black clouds gave us a brisk pace across the flat and then Trevor and I pegged it down the track by the Sour Milk Gill waterfalls, over the bridge and back to the car. Just caught a minute or two of rain. Alastair arrived a few minutes later looking soggy.

Some open-boaters stayed in the barn that night with exaggerated and amusing stories, and a petrol stove that stunk the place out. We ate all the remaining food, approximately six courses, with two puddings, between rounds of "Big Two". Fortunately the canoers did not snore.

With the forecast for Sunday not being too good, we decided on a walk up to Scafell Pike. Our Route took us up by Sprinkling Tarn, over Broad Crag and up to the summit. We ate lunch on the summit in the bothy bag and the weather turned. In snow we followed a continuous trail of cairns along the "corridor route" on the way back down to Sty Head. As we dropped height the snow became rain and we got a drenching as we traced Sty Head Gill past Stokley Bridge to the car parked at Seathwaite Farm. We dried off and had tea and biscuits in the back of Alastair's car.

All in all a good weekend considering the weather. I especially like the fact that I have a sporting chance of being able to pronounce the names in the Lakes.

Bad news followed, as I drove home some lights came on on the dashboard. Got it home and took it to the garage today. Turns out the wheel bearings have collapsed taking out the ABS sensor and the brakes. going to cost £455 to fix.