Loadpot Laikin

I'd got the gear ready the night before and dashed home from work.  A quick shower and change of clothes and I'm heading for Keswick.  Bugger I've still got my prescription safety glasses on instead of my normal specs.  There's no going back as I head for Booths and some last minute shopping.  I've had no tea so decide on a non lightweight Cumbrian plumb bread as a luxury. It's dark and lonely as I leave the car at the lane end above Pooley Bridge and head for the High Street roman road.
There's no moon and its pitch black,  and if I'm honest as I head up the wild moor,  a bit scary.  I've no water so head for the head of Swarth Beck below Loadpot Hill.  It never seems to come and I'm starving. This night time navigation is hard work 'where TF am I' seems to be the method.

To cut along story short the beck was found the tent pitched at 10 pm and the next day it looked like this:

The plumb bread was eaten whilst the dehydrated meal was cooking and I finally got to sleep around midnight.
After a night slightly the wrong side of warm I had breakfast in the tent.

Photos a bit naff as the camera steamed up.  I don't claim to be an expert camper but if there's one tip I can pass on is get a cup with a hook handle like the one above  got in Decathlon. It hooks over boots or the edge of pans and especially when its grassy  saves the tea being spilled.

It's a hazy day and the view from Bonscale Pike is limited. 

So after doubling back and climbing Loadpot Hill it's back  along the path I walked up in the dark and home to cut the grass.