We set off from Liverpool early on Saturday morning for the Lakes District, with the aim of climbing the highest mountain in England, Scafell Pike which stands at 978m (so pretty pathetic by NZ standards). We made it to the campsite without too much drama but were disappointed to see that Scafell Pike was covered in mist so we got set up while we decided what to do. After much debate we decided to climb to a tarn and have a bit of a wander around the hills.
Julia, Nikki and I set off looking very underprepared compared to all the other walkers but flew up the hill to the tarn, then up the peak behind it, along the ridge and down again with only a few navigational problems (I still maintain that the map was wrong......). There was some pretty good scenery but nothing quite as impressive as home. The most impressive viewing over the whole trip were the rock fences which were everywhere. The paddocks were really small so there were a lot of these fences and to construct them must have taken years.
After a few drinks and a meal at the local, accompanied by some live music, it was off to bed for a good sleep before the half marathon which we planned to do the next day. On Sunday we packed up and got away in good time (or so we thought). A couple of hours later we were still on the road, a trip which we thought would only take an hour and a half. When we pulled into Cumbria (near the Scottish border) the leaders of the race were running past us so that was a bit disappointing. To make matter worse, we had a long drive to Liverpool which finished in another race against time to catch the train back to London, fortunately we just made it this time. Overall, we'd had a good weekend, seen a lot of country and had a great time camping.
