Bum on Bun ... A Winter Walk

Earlier this month we went up Eagle Crag, down the Borrowdale Valley. It's a walk we've long wished to do, as we affectionately call the crag 'Chocolate Bun' as it sometimes resembles one, particularly with snow on the top. B. had never actually 'summitted' the crag, which is the Wainwright-anorak-bobble-hat-Fell-Walker equivalent of a signed certificate. So off we went. It was a quiet day, weirdly so, and no-one was on the lake (Derwentwater) so the reflections were unusually clear. I took some photos. Later I took a photo of a heart-shaped tarn, close to the top of the 'bun' then I finally took one of B's bum as she touched the sacred cairn with due reverence and awe. Then we had sarnies, scarpered across to Sergeant Crag (or the other way around, I was delirious with fear that we wouldn't get down before the clouds and darkness descended!)

The view from Seargeant Crag was stupendous. B. of course could name every range, mountain, crag, gulley, tussock and cairn for as far as the eye could see. I was content with knowing that 'back there' was the most incredible back garden anyone could ever hope to have.

In fact, whilst wandering around on the summit, I suddenly noticed that I could see the breath coming out of my mouth, which meant the temperature had dropped whilst we were standing there, which was a very spooky-poltergeist-film-moment ...