The plan was to meet David and Rod for a walk on Saturday but with winds reaching gale force in Lakeland we decided to give it a miss. The forecast looked the same for Sunday but that changed on Saturday evening offering a bright morning after a night of snowfall.
By the time I'd read the forecast I was half the way through a movie with a beer in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other, the temptation was real but truth be told that forecast could change so I made myself comfortable and forgot about the forecast.
Come Sunday morning I checked the forecast again for Lakeland which had stuck. Bright sunshine was beaming down on the fells before cloudier skies would develop around lunch which caused me to sulk like a six year old. The only way to get over it was to head out and see if a walk over a favourite haunt of mine would cheer me up. |