I left home in the most dreadful weather this morning. Howling winds and hosing rain. It seemed like my plans for the day were in jeopardy. After checking and re-checking the weather forecasts, I decided that my initial hunch, still looked like the most favorable option.
By the time we set out, having waited for the worst of the rain to pass, we seemed to be right on the edge of the rain/sun divide. And for our efforts, a fantastic rainbow hung over us.
It was a real battle pushing into the wind as we made our way up into the back of the valley. We were all stumbling and staggering when the big gusts came through.
When the hut came into sight (can you spot it), we decided to make a beeline for it, rather than try to reach the higher grounds. Inevitably, this meant wet feet for most of us, but we were all just relieved to be out of the wind.
Inside, all was calm except for the sound of the chimney rattling.
Using the wood we had carried up, we set about getting the fire going, brew hot drinks and warming up our sausage rolls. Happy days.
It was soon pretty cozy and we were warm enough to enjoy a relaxing lunch. All too soon, it was time to start clearing up and bracing ourselves for the return journey.
Two of the team slipped over in the mud, another went ankle deep and I thought we might lose another as she stepped off a stile and disappeared up to her knees in a bog. By now, there were not dry feet left, but with the wind behind us, we beat a hasty retreat to the bus. A wild day to be in the hills...
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