After too much whisky the night before (on my part), Andy, Sabiene, Anna and I headed west for a short round of a couple of Wainwrights that Sabiene wanted to tick off.
It was pretty chilly, but despite this we all managed to get a bit of a sweat up on the initial incline. Its quite a pull up from the road, and as we got nearer the tops, the wind picked up and we had to add to our layers. The girls warmed up by tucking into profiteroles (what else??), while Andy and I had to make do with the anticipation of a pint at the Kirkstile.
As ever, a great day out, and the Fells didn’t disappoint with the views.