“It’s a nice day” he said. “Let’s go for a walk” he said.
That sounded like a good idea. I pictured a leisurely four mile ramble along the banks of the River Nent and into Alston for Sunday lunch at the Angel Inn, then a meander back to Nent Hall for a pint before getting home in time for tea. A respectable round walk of about eight miles.
We made a picnic, collected rucksacks and boots and set off up Crossfell. 15 miles later we called in at the Miners Arms in Nenthead for a pint!
For the first hour the only living creatures we saw were curlews, lapwings, a wheatear, grouse and a golden plover. In total we met six walkers and two mountain bikers on the way up and at the summit there were three other people. We met no-one at all on the way down. Apart from the sole of John's boot coming away and having to be tied on with the cord from the compass we had no problems and a very pleasant and relaxed day out in glorious sunshine.
. (Usually at some point in John's walks I am either hurt or scared!)
Cumbria is definitely NOT just the crowded Lake District! Bearing in mind that for most of the time we were on the Pennine Way and that we were climbing the highest mountain in the Pennines it was deserted. I wonder how many people were out walking in the Lakes on a sunny May Sunday!