Take last weekend, our final waterfall of the day involved wading for over 2 hours through marshy bogs, made all the more marshier and boggier by the epic rainstorms we've had of late. On top of that my short little legs and dreadful sense of balance meant that I sank into mud and water well up over the top of the boot on two occasions and on a third occasion slipped when jumping a stream and dunked the other boot for good measure. The only minor soggyness of sock occured via the seepage over the top of the boot, and that was minimal. I'm now a Brasher and proper woolley socks fan for life - maybe their tagline should be "Boots for the real outdoors, not for poncing around town in." Thus endeth the sales pitch!
|Blindtarn Gill Falls|
Away from the fells we spent last Friday night at Kendal's Torchlight Parade and if you're ever in the area when it's on then it's certainly worth a visit. The procession lasted well over 90 mins and was choc full of floats and amazing costumes. Some of the outfits looked as if they'd come straight from the Nottinghill Carnival - though they probably needed to add thermal vests up here. 20,000 people descended upon Kendal but the crowd was very good natured and, as they say, a good time was had by all.
|View from Blindtarn Gill Falls|
And if you're wondering what's happening with Delores, well she's snugly plugged in and eagerly awaiting an adventure next week. As we want to climb so many fells in the north we're planning on heading up there for a few days to save us the hour or so drive from home. I've been desperate to get out and about in her more than we have but fuel prices and the like have curtailed our adventures a little, hopefully we can squeeze in a good few trips over the winter months when all the sites are a little quieter.
Anyway, time for me to put a sock in it and leave you in peace now. Do give us a wave if you ever spot us up on the fells - I'll be the one up to my knees in a bog, but with blissfully dry and blister-free feet.
|Rainbow over Grassmere|