|My stylish over trousers.|
Not that we ever see that many women anyway, certainly not on the more challenging hikes. We bump into the odd one or two up there with their partners and whilst we've seen many all male walking groups, we've not yet found their female equivalent. I have to confess I do chuckle at the ones who are being hauled up the smaller fells by their well meaning partners when it's clearly the last place on earth they want to be. Usually with perfect nails and spectacularly trendy but utterly useless gear on, they huff, puff and moan their way up.
|What's not sexy about this?|
We've been busy this week planning our route up Blencathra which we hope to tackle some time over the next few days. We're planning to go up via Sharp Edge which I've heard is a bit of a challenge and quite scary in places, but we've done Striding Edge and Swirral Edge in the past (on the same day!) so I reckon I can make it. It strikes me as the sort of hike that should only really be attempted with good weather conditions so we're taking advantage of our Indian Summer to get the climb in before the autumn realises it's mistake and finally arrives.
Having just Googled the phrase "Indian Summer" to see where it came from, I notice that it's most likely origin is from the native American Indians hunting prey lured out by the unseasonally warm weather. Hmmm, a hunting season, maybe we should expect to see more immaculately turned out women this weekend, lying in wait in their freshly pressed trousers, ready to pounce on the first unsuspecting lone male to wander past. Looks like I'd best keep my eye on Steve then in case he decides to trade in his crumpled, muddy, egg and tea covered banshee for something a little more sophisticated.