Low cloud over Helvellyn
The forecast promised a clearance by noon. It arrived at four, ten minutes before the light went. Striding Edge was wet and quiet, and the tarn below looked like poured slate. I turned back at the col and do not regret it.
Re-proofing an old jacket
Twelve years in, the shell still keeps out wind but not rain. A wash-in treatment, a low dryer, and one evening of patience brought most of the beading back. Seams are the next job.
A short loop from Buttermere
Up through Burtness Wood, along High Stile and down past Bleaberry Tarn. Seven hours with long stops. The ridge is narrower in memory than in reality, which is a kindness.