Bow Fell and a Bit More
Same hill.
Different route, different weather.
Kind of.
Bow Fell, at the top of Langdale,
a hill I’d only been up once,
in the snow.
A June jaunt was destined to be a much more relaxed affair.
Intersecting meadows splashed with the colours of summer.
Oxendale was ridiculously dry. No signs of the the floods of late ‘15. Water was actually difficult to spot amongst the scattered grey. Only when squeezed into ghylls did it make an appearance.
It may be June, but the clouds hung around on peripheral hills. Blisco and the Langdales remained in view, and we could see our way over the Slab, but the Scafell tops came and went.
This was definitely a day of laid back and leisure.
None of the stress of squeezing in another Wainwright (or even Monro) to a short, dark, winter’s day.
Up Oxendale. Sit on Bow Fell and down the Band, to well earned refreshment in the pub.
Where it started to rain, and barely stopped for the next 24 hours.
So when, the next day, helping to spread the word of the Lovely Lakes with @Lakesvolunteers, the conditions were just perfect for teaching navigation.
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Or even if you want to volunteer.
It’s good to give back.