The ridge route was fairly steady, the climb up to Ill Bell in the driving hail was hard work though, the path coming within a few feet of a 450m drop to the left, Mick looking cold on top of Ill Bell
Great views though
After dodging a couple more wintery showers we dropped down off the summit and into the sunshine once again, our next hill, Yoke
Looking down into Kentmere, looking for a suitable camp site in the process
The last section along the valley bottom turned out to be more of a slog than we first thought, the first place we thought about stopping wasn’t great so we pushed on up towards the dam. Turning a corner we came across a perfect pitch, four inches of soft moss on top of well drained slate, that’ll do nicely.
The evening was pretty wet and miserable, we huddled under the Trailstar for most of it, drinking coffee and working our way through the remaining food we had left.
A bit of a schoolboy error on my part on Thursday when I packed, I’d forgotten to pack my Sealskinz socks so had no means of getting my feet warm and dry unless I stopped in the shelter for the night. After we’d setup camp and had some food I took off the wet shoes and socks and gave my feet some TLC, lots of foot powder applied and then into my HeatHolders then into my doss bag. Ten minutes later my feet were toasty, by the time I had to go out later to water the plants my socks and shoes had more or less dried out, cracking.
After a long day with lots of ascent we called it a night around 21:30, the rain had stopped briefly so Mick went to sort his tent out and retire for the night.