Hartsop Above How

Today was one of those days when I told myself I should be out enjoying the snow and winter weather. We get few enough of these types of days for me to spend it in the house. So I forced myself out of bed when the alarm went off and headed for the Lakes. I'd booked a couple of days holiday either side of a weekend and had planned to do several walks, but as it turned out this was the only one I managed. Even as I booted up in the car park at Cow Bridge I knew my heart wasn't really in it. This area seems to be jinxed for me. I'd cut a walk short two or three weeks earlier when I walked Red Screes. Only three days earlier I'd got to the car park and taken one look at the dreadful weather and then driven home again - another one of those days when I'd not felt like walking, but pushed myself to do something. I lost heart on this one about half way up the first hill. I pushed myself to reach Hartsop Above How though but that's when I stopped fighting the inevitable. I turned tail and headed back to the car. The weather had been great, but I just wasn't up for it. Some pictures follow.