Bank holiday weekend was spent taking Mum on our annual trip to the Lakes together; this weekend was unfortunately not blessed with the most fantastic weather ever, and on the Saturday we drove to Seathwaite from Borrowdale youth hostel to join several other parties of walkers who were making the trudge up to the top of England's highest despite the miserable and dreary wet weather. Surprisingly my Mum, even though not a hiker - didn't complain once. Even I didn't find the walk up Grains Gill particularly inspiring with the lack of views, but we carried on anyway. By the time we'd passed Sprinkling Tarn and gotten up to Esk Hause the wind was blowing really rather strongly and I was cold enough to need to put on extra layers. Probably wearing more on the summer bank holiday weekend than I sometimes wear in the iddle of a winter's day! The highlight for my ever-persevering mother was of course reaching the top and seeing some other hikers celebrating someone's birthday with champagne glasses and a bottle of fizz to go with them, regardless of the mist and drizzle! I think she was very pleased with herself for the achievement and still remembers the trip now several years on. I guess all the least pleasant days stick in the mind!
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