|Sour Milk Gyhll during a downpour|
Saturday morning was glorious, but sadly I wasn't. Hit by an annoying migraine I was doing battle with my stomach and head in a bid to remain vertical, but it takes more than that to keep me of the fells. Not much more though, I really was feeling pretty rough. I'd noticed during my frequent visits to the loo block (don't ask) that the fresh air was helping me feel somewhat more perky so I decided to crack on and make the sarnies. It took me 3 attempts to get the sarnies made and packed with lots of lying down inbetween times. Eventually I plonked myself in the car just after midday and demanded to be taken to a fell. Given the lateness of our start and the state of my head we opted to return to Sour Milk Ghyll as we knew the path was an easy one and we could shoot back to the car at any time should the need arise.
|View down from Windy Gap|
Today (Sunday) we wanted to check out one last waterfall up at Caldbeck so we left Delores & a happily snoozing Monty in a suitable parking spot and headed even further north. It all started off rather well when I found a £20 note on the grass verge. If you cast your mind back to the blog a couple of weeks back you'll remember that I only had £1.02 to last me until the end of the month, so this is riches beyond my wildest dreams. Well, almost.