onwards and upwards

well....today we trudged on up steep unbelievably high mountains(or fells as they call them here), into the clouds, through artic winds with no gloves(well Jo took pity on me and loaned me one of her gloves...so we had one each). We ate more cheese sandwiches with branston pickle(a rare english delicacy) and drank a lot of well-timed cups of tea, at a remote youth hostel and a cafe in a slate mine, a warm shrangi-la which we reached after descending the freezing slopes.
After that things mellowed out and became more like Bag End with sheep dotted around and bucolic rolling hills and stone houses and I listened to David Bowie and The Clash for a while on my ipod as we descended into picturesque valleys. We eventually arrived at a lovely country Inn in Stonethwaite, Borrowdale, where we all had much needed hot baths and the best meal since we got here. Heading to Grasmere and hooking up with Immo tomorrow.