Sitting in an airport lounge is pretty dull. Especially compared to being out in the hills. However, it gives a little time for reflection.
Despite the indifferent weather I really enjoyed my trip to the Lakes. I think I was quite lucky not to have any significant rain while I was walking and the temperatures were mild.
The cloud formations were worth seeing on Thursday. I had a brilliant wild camp, despite the slugs. Friday’s walk was different to my plan but was a lovely autumnal stroll.
I enjoyed not pushing myself, as well. Perhaps sometimes I forget that I backpack primarily for enjoyment. Sure there is a feeling of achievement at times, but that’s not the main motivation.
There is something magical and mystical about the Lake District that I’ve not found elsewhere. Sure Scotland and Snowdonia are grander, but the Lakes has the magic.
I think it’s something to do with the contrast of lush green valleys and wild fells. There is also an amazing variety in the character of the fells. Lastly, there’s the light. I don’t know why but it’s different to other fells and mountains.
Fond memories of a great time sustain me at times like this.