The wind was becoming a slight problem and so was picture taking and so was walking. The more exposed the more difficult it was to put one foot in front of the other, not helped by my ultra light carbon walking poles which at any given chance flapped around menacingly crossing my path and almost tripping me up. I checked behind me the young chap was still heading towards me if not a sideways but above that, he seemed ok. It was here while the wind seemed the strongest I took out my anemometer and recorded gust of 55mph - averaging 44mph.
The lad by now had caught me up and I tried to make conversation but it was useless he just couldn't hear me over the howl of the wind so using my index finger I drew two 5's smirked a little and waited for his reaction which was wide eyed to say the least. I gave him another thumbs up and he overtook me then de-shouldered, bent down and tightened one of his shoe laces, I pass him again, then pass through a wooden sty and began the gusty but short ascent on Blindhurst Fell, the young chap followed closely from behind which convinced me he didn't want to pass me, rather follow which I was cool with. |