Dson and I took off to the Lakes on Friday and spent a night on the mountain. Not in a campsite, a proper "shit in a hole" and "light a fire" camp. A few other folk were intending on coming with us but as it worked out a dog had to have it's testicles removed and insomnia struck, these factors prevented others from coming.
We took a walk to Rydal caves before stopping at the whisky shop in Ambleside to purchase a bottle of Tullibardine. We then drove to the summit of Hardknott Pass and found a relatively dry and sheltered spot, erected the tents and lit a fire. We cooked Halloumi, Burgers and Sausages and spoke nothing about cowboys, especially the ones who "eat pudding"!
Dson was then sick and it sounded amazing, like you'd imagine chewbacca to sound.
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| "Wrynose Pass from Hardknott" |
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| "Rydal Caves" |
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| "DSon reluctantly eating my Sausage" |
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