Third Hawk
Another dash to the edge to get this Hawk.
And away it went.
After the Hawk had passed, I wanted to get some landscape pictures so I risked changing lenses…
… and by the time I had setup and taken the above images Steve and I were alone on the hill!
We finished packing up and started our descent. Just after 4 pm we felt drops of rain so we were bang on time to leave. Our colleagues were way below us on the hillside. We pushed on and we noticed the guy we’d spoken to at the start of the day, in the car park, going literally straight down the hill from Middle.
As we came to the bogs and ‘dry’ stream beds we caught some of the others up as they were struggling with tents and bags on the steep slopes. I managed to slip and sit down at the side of one of the stream beds and finished up well and truly wet and muddy.
After the swapping of Instagram accounts we waved goodbye to everyone and set off back to the Cross Foxes.
Last evening
I had to go out onto the landing at the hotel and borrow a vacuum cleaner to clear up all the dried mud that had fallen off my jeans as I changed for a shower.
Despite the sun always on the opposite hills we both were burnt on our faces – probably from the wind over the last two days. ‘Panda eyes’ not a great look!
After another restful evening enjoying the local beers in the lounge area we had dinner at ‘our’ table at 8 pm again.
