We were boozing in the Royal Oak that night, which has the core range of Jennings beers, but at prices higher than I usually pay down South which gets a bit painful.
The next day was more relaxed, a stroll round Derwent Water, cunningly avoiding the boring bit by catching the boat,
followed by a refreshing pint or three in the Dog and Gun.
We managed to shift the venue over to the Middle Ruddings for the evening. Having a mob arrive on a Sunday night initially took the bar staff by surprise, but they rallied well and installed us in their lounge. They serve local beers at more amenable prices, I went for Kirkby Lonsdale Monumental that night, though I also enjoyed Hardknott Continuum later in the week.
After that it was just myself and the Lovely Lisa for the rest of the week. We started ticking Wainwrights, not because we're massive fans of his books (though they are fun), but because it's good to have a goal to work towards.
We ticked a few smaller peaks, and drank a few celebratory pints, including at the excellent Pheasant Inn.
Fuelled by Tunnocks wafers it seemed like nothing could stop us.
|Note the Tunnocks specific rucksack|
|How cool is that?|
But disaster stuck when attempting the west face of Glaramara.
Only a few hundred meters from the summit worsening conditions caused the Tunnocks to freeze. Unable to eat our wafer based confectionery we had no option but to turn back. The descent was pretty harrowing too, as I nearly lost the sloe gin. And Lisa. But we got down in the end.
We strolled up Binsey the next day but that's probably it for us and hill walking until Easter. Plenty of beer to keep us going till then though, and perhaps a Tunnocks or two.