the slowest drive ever

We have been on the road since Monday, and are still not at the final destination.

 

I have experienced my windiest day on the mountain this year - had to adopt proper survival skills to get off the ridge;

 I screamed like a girl trying to get into the loch;

and as hard as I try I find it desperate running up hills.

Oh, I also discovered that open water swimming in the Lakes is somewhat warmer than OW swimming up north.

I am fully armed with my Skimo Scotland bells, and since its not skimo season yet, must mean only one thing - Tenby here we come!

PS The climbing rack, for once, is redundant in the van.