Windy Wasdale

MONDAY 30th APRIL 2012

I have just about recovered from an extremely exhausting but highly rewarding weekend. Friday afternoon saw me and the hubby embark on a camping adventure with two of our closest friends. We set off early afternoon for the Lake District for a lovely area called Wasdale Head.

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After a week or what can only be described as torrential downpour, the odds were definitely in our favour as the sun managed to squeeze its rays out and keep the rain at bay. The Wasdale Head Inn is the only hotel in the Wasdale Valley and is home of the British Rock climbing.

We set up camp (well, the boys set up the tent as us ladies sipped fizz from our fab plastic wine glasses) occasionally giving a helping hand as demonstrated below….

Ever seen that episode of Friends where Rachel appears to be helping hold the couch? Yup, I pulled that trick too ūüôā

Once we had made ourselves at home (I was ITCHING to unpack! To make it homely – you know as you do when you first go into a hotel room? Anyone else do that?) Not that there was much to unpack; booze, food and sleeping bags. Done.

We headed over to the Wasdale Inn to fill our bellies with their delicious home-made food РI had Shepherd’s Pie with veg and home-made chips washed down with a lovely oaky glass of Chardonnay. De-light-ful! Then on to the tent for more booze and camp games; including Connect Four.

Friday night saw a pretty uneventful night’s sleep – however despite having been on night shift the night before and only having four hours sleep, I didn’t manage to get a lot of shut eye. I think my mind was working in over drive of all the what ifs; what if a meteorite hit the tent? what if one of the scary sheep from the field came and started eating us? What happened if a man wielding an axe came to the tent??

Saturday saw an early start as the wind picked up and flapped the tent; the sheep started talking to each other and a dog barking. Feeling a bit ropey¬†through lack of sleep (plus a fuzzy wine head) I managed to pull myself around to have a bacon sarnie¬†then prepare for the ultimate mission; to climb Scafell Pike. Waterproofed up and layered to the max, we started our adventure up Scafell Pike….only to realise we had taken a slight detour from the original path and needed to climb a few fences, strategically move over some barbed wire and then trek up a steep incline – equalling a very hard and sweaty start.

Not to be disheartened, we continued our trek to the top – which was both mentally and physically challenging. Me and the hub managed it in two and a half hours and the relief that was felt at the top and the sense of achievement was overwhelming.

Woohoo we did it!!

However, what goes up, must come down. And down we came, along the steepest part of the mountain in which I spent most of it sliding on my bum (fondly nicknamed ‘The Slug’ by the hub) The feeling of relief once we finally reached the tent was amazing.

After a quick hot shower, it was back into the pub for another lovely meal and a celebratory drink before settling in the tent for the night. However, after the luck we had with the weather during the day Рsunny intervals, no rain and only a slight breeze, Mr Wind decided to well and truly pick up and it blew a hooly all night! So much so our side of the tent collapsed! Unbelievably the hubby slept through it all as once again my paranoid mind thought I was going to get trapped and die of suffocation, hence me having my hands on the tents zip so I could make a swift exit if required!

Another early start saw us eating bacon sarnies¬†and drinking tea as the men took the tent down [we did tidy up the stuff from inside before hand – using the grand excuse that we would purchase the breakfast from the Happy Campers Cafe as our escape route ūüėČ ]

P.S note how all the other tents are upright and barely moving!

With ice picks for hands, we hacked away at putting everything in the car and then set sail back to the North East. What a hoot of a weekend, one I will never forget and that has made me learn a bit more about myself. I am pleased I pushed myself to the limits to climb Scafell Pike and I must admit, I well and truly have the hiking bug!

Next stops, Snowdonia and maybe even Ben Nevis! Plus there’s always the possibility of a story to come out of it…Scafell Frights!

Only kidding, or maybe not, maybe that’s why I couldn’t sleep…..

A fab weekend with fab friends

Love Missuswolf xxx

Images by Emma Buckton