Almost Bow Fell – A Windy Day Out

During the last months of 2017, I made plans to get up to the Lakes for a solo walk.  I’m pretty cautious regarding the weather when I go on my own, and it seemed that every time I made plans to go, near gale force winds were forecast and I would end up cancelling at the last minute.  After the third time of postponing it occurred to me that I didn’t actually know what it felt like to walk in 30 – 40 miles per hour winds.  After a chat with Rick, I decided I would head up anyway.  If it was too windy for me to feel safe, I would turn back and take myself for a nice low level wander somewhere.

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Shutlingsloe – The Return

My blog has just turned one year old!  On 5th February 2017, I published my first post.  It was about our first proper walk of 2017 – a stroll up Shutlingsloe with the help of some jelly babies.  We didn’t make it.  Arriving at a wall with a step stile covered in ice, we decided to cut our losses and head back to the car.  Shutlingsloe would be there for another day.  That day arrived a couple of weeks ago.

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The Watkin Path – Plan B

During the October half term holidays, we had a plan to get up early and head to the Pen-y-Pass car park on Snowdon.  We were going to take in the lakes along the Miner’s Track, have a picnic and head back, dependant on how far Rowan’s legs fancied walking.  We knew we would have to get up early as the car park fills up quickly, but knowing, 1. How popular a walk Snowdon is and 2. How rubbish we are at getting up super early, we had a plan B.  Now there is the option of the Snowdon Sherpa, a bus that can take you from other car parks and villages round the foot of Snowdon to the Pen-y-Pass, but the thought of taking our ruffing furry pair on a bus wasn’t appealing.  When we arrived at the car park, nowhere near early enough, plan B – the Watkin Path, was put into action.

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West Shore and Newborough – To The Beach

A holiday in October means there is no guarantee of the weather (not that there is any time in the UK really).  The night we arrived in Wales, I stayed up late till high tide as we had arrived just in time for Storm Brian and the caravan site was on flood alert.  I wanted to go to bed knowing that we weren’t going to float off in the night – we didn’t.  The next day was still really blowy with showers so, not wanting to stay in the caravan all day, we drove to West Shore Beach at Llandudno.

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