The weather forecast was for a dry clear day with intermittent sunshine but the morning cloud still hung over the surrounding hills like a veil. It wasn't long though before we started to see the tops appear and what looked like blue sky finally beginning to appear.
The track took us along the side of a river where we could hear some falls so we hopped over the stile onto the path by the river to follow that for a while. True enough there were several little waterfalls dotted up the hillside and we followed that route for a while stopping every now and again to take some pictures. We crossed the river at one point but the stones were really slippy and one false move could have meant a very wet walk indeed. No panic though we successfully managed to cross twice without incident, phew!
With the summit in view thoughts turned to first lunch even though it was only 10.10 it was time for some nourishment. Peanut butter sandwiches seem to be our sandwich of choice these days and they really hit the spot. The surrounding peaks had cleared by this point and we could clearly see over to Kidsey Pike and the High Street range that had been our walk the previous weekend.
Grey Crag provided a spot for second lunch or the second half of the sandwich and also a very funny moment deciding which hill was to the left with a little cairn on it. I think you'll find that was probably Harrop Pike and after looking at the map that seemed to be what it was........wasn't it lol? The views were, as always, spectacular and the sun shone down and with very little wind it was really quite pleasant.
Time to find the route down and as always it was a bit of a traverse through grass and today, snow. We headed over to another one of the stone structures which was part of the surveying pillars and stood directly inline with the one we'd seen at Tarn Crag.
Our route was now very much down, down and more down and before long we could see the car. A short walk today as it was just after midday and part of me felt like I'd only done half the work that we usually did. My legs were tired, my knees felt the descent as they normally do but it did seem incredibly early to be ending our walk. Later in the day our bodies would be glad that we did as although it was a short walk it was a tiring one. Snow has a habit of doing that to your legs, sapping every bit of energy out of them but every part of it is brilliant and I wouldnt swap walking up hills for any other form of excercise. How could running round a track or on a treadmill compare to this???