Scafell Pike

Crags and mountains

I didn’t realise that the drive from where we were staying to the actual mountain was an hour and a half away. I suppose it’s no surprise though, it’s not like there is a village at the bottom, and no other places of interest to visit. It is definitely a place where you go just to walk.

The walk itself wasn’t too bad, we took quite a direct route up and had short pit-stops when we needed them. I think that that day was the best day to have climbed a mountain, as it was non-stop rain the weekend before, and on the day before we would have baked under the sun with no protection from any shade.

It only took 2 and a half hours to reach to the top and I was thankful that I brought my jacket, since it was freezing on top. The wind swirled around the others who had made it before us, bringing in a dark cloud that shrouded the mountain. Due to the cold air we decided to descend, taking a much steeper route into the crags. I’m not fond of that route down as it was particularly steep and I just kept having the lovely thought of my ankles breaking. I’m sure going up them would have been okay, but going down the crags wasn’t for me. In the last hour of our descent it started storming, dark clouds and thunder pealed across the sky, with big fat drops of rain. Thankfully we had almost reached the bottom before the heavens opened up.