Luckily we were on dry land.
Some of you might recognise this corner of the Lakes; so accessible, yet so well hidden.
The wind whipping the spindrift off the ridge. Walking today was like paddling; tough going head-down into the gale, difficult to maintain the transit across the wind and then being pushed only too fast over the snow on the downwind leg, a low brace would have been handy on occasions.
The most fun that you can have on dry land?