Rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
Is he going to get heatstroke, or is he going to get the only downpour in the entire country?
CZ wins.
Went up to Angle Tarn. Set off from the Old Dungeon Ghyll car park about 2:30. Got to the tarn maybe three hours later, in beautiful weather. Man, that climb is hard. Got pitched up, fed and watered, then about 8pm the bloody heavens opened and it booted it down all night.
Had to fashion a tent liner from a black bin bag when the weather exceeded the tent’s hydrostatic head, as I didn’t fancy sleeping in a puddle all night. Got woken up by a dawn chorus of ducks, amusingly.
Slept on and off till about 8am, where I gave up waiting for the weather to calm down, and wrangled with the logistics of getting breakfast and decamping without getting everything else soaked. Turns out, bin bags also make great impromptu dry liners.
Got back to TODG maybe 11:30, got changed, hit the bar and tried to order food at ten to 12, to be told the kitchen didn’t open till 12. Sod you then, finished my pint of Cumberland and buggered off.
Got home maybe half and hour ago. The tent’s currently in my back yard drying out, and my OH hasn’t murdered me as I returned with her sleeping bag dry. So it’s all good really.
Cheers to everyone that’s helped, appreciated.