However on Monday last I made a foray into the Lakes to bag Stony Cove Pike, another Marilyn. Albeit ascent was from the top of Kirkstone Pass at 454m, it is still over a thousand feet of climbing to reach this summit - note the change from metres to feet; the latter always sounds more impressive, and it is quite a tough little climb at that.
Very strong wind prevailed with hints of rain. Visibility was like peering through butter muslin.
Looking at the photos afterwards and recollecting the trip I wondered if my exploits in Scotland over the years would be enough to allow me to use the word dreich.
Here are a few more:
mochie - warm and damp
smirr - very light rain (I suspect that stuff that has more penetrating capacity than WD 40)
snell - biting, cold, sharp
For friends of Gibson: this post is to wish him well and we all hope to see him blogging again.
Lang may yer lum reek!
|Stony Cove Pike from St. Raven's Edge - the summit is well beyond the skyline hump. The paths were semi-frozen, so not so much gloop wallowing as of late|
|From S/C Pike summit - zoom to Thornthwaite Beacon; the pillar well visible on the horizon|
|From S/C Pike - Froswick, Ill Bell and Yoke the western part of the Kentmere Horseshoe. Kentmere Pike in background left|
|Brotherswater and the bottom end of Ullswater|
|No! It wasn't coming for me. Red Screes in the background|
|Looking down to The Kirkstone Pass Inn and my car. The slope is much steeper than it looks here|