| Here we are again in one of our favourite spots, The valley of Great
Langdale. The tranquility of this picturesque valley is spoiled only
by... |
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| ... our barbecue! |
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| This is is the view on the way to the pub. A showery evening after
a sunny day, with a rainbow over Lingmoor Fell. |
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| This is the view upon our return. Fortunately, this is the outside
of my tent, not the inside! |
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| Next morning - breakfast! This, for those who don't know this
animal, is a Cumberland Sausage. |
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| Half an hour later, it looks like it should be ready to eat. |
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| Graham tackles the bacon. |
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| Here we are on the top of Helm Crag. This is one of those places where
the fanciful have named the various rock formations after whatever hallucination
they were having at the time. So Helm Crag is known 'The Lion and the Lamb'.
This particular heap of rocks is known as 'The Old Lady Playing the Organ',
which is why Graham has mounted it. |
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| Me, unpacking all the rucksac contents at every opportunity. It drives
everyone nuts! |
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| Nicky and Graham. |
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| Graham, Nicky and June have fun with the old Westmoreland / Cumbria
border fence. |
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| Another candlelit wine-drinking session. |
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| The view from the tent next morning. |
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| Stool End Farm, Great Langdale. |
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| Pike O'Stickle, as seen from Oxendale. |
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| All the toys out again! It turns out later that the fix I got
here was more than a little worthwhile, as we got a little disorientated
half an hour from now, in the mist on the top of Crinkle Crags. |
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| Chris seems less than enthusiastic about his sandwiches. |
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| Chris, Nicky and June on Crinkle Crags. |
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| This must be the smallest cairn in the world! |
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| The top of Crinkle Crags is all mist and drizzle. |
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| The sunglasses seem a little superfluous at this point! |
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| Chris looks like he's about to tackle the Bad Step on Crinkle Crags
backwards! |
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| An example of how going astray in the mist can be bad for your health
- this cliff edge is hardly visible. |
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| A pool in Hell Gill. |
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| You can't beat a dry stone wall made by an expert. |
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| Crinkle Crags, now that the rain has gone. |
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| Mountain biking in Grizedale Forest. |
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| No, I don't know what it is, either. |
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