It’s been a long time since I have written any posts. A lot has happened which I will try to fill you guys up as soon as I can! Meanwhile, I took a brief trip to the Lake District before moving out of London.
Taking the train up from London to Windemere was a pleasant journey but not a direction one. I took a brief visit to the old city of Lancaster to stretch out my legs.
Church close to the Lancaster castle 
Tranquil path to the Lancaster castle
As one heads up north, the sightings of the sheep and rolling hills becomes more frequent.
I decided to head to the northern parts where crowd is less and the views are diverse. Starting around Ullswater, I strolled through the little towns and made my way up the rolling hills in a not particularly sunny day followed by a sudden down pour. Little did I know this was just the beginning to my experience of the Northwest coast English weather.
Cute little town right below Hellvelyn 
Helvellyn
The targets this time are the two peaks here in the lake district Helvellyn and Scafell Pike. Considering I was relatively well equipped for the journey I chose more difficult routes for each of the hikes; Swirling edge for Helvellyn and corridor route for Scafell Pike. I would not recommend these routes to people who are inexperienced or not well equipped travellers which I will explain through my experience here.
Due to the triathlon happening that day and the weather, I decided to start out early. Everything was what I dreamed to be, the rolling greens, the fluffy sheep, and the meandering streams. Sun comes in and out with some occasional rain fall, the day is starting out marvellously.
A few travellers who camped by the Red Tarn informed me that their dream sunrise scene was completely ruined by the thick clouds and fog. At least there is no hail as I thought to myself whiling putting on my knit hat to keep warmth. I took more pictures as I ascended further knowing that the fog will take over eventually.
By the time I was done, Swirral Edge was smothered in fog. I could see about a meter or two at best. Swirral Edge is this scrambling section before the top plateau on Helvellyn. Not the most technical or dangerous scrambling I have done, but navigating in the heavy fog made it difficult even for a pseudo climber like me. Thankfully, the alpine training I have done in the summer was kicking in. Reading the rock formation and remembering the route map, I scrambled my way up. Strong wind greeted me as soon as I reached the plateau reducing the fog for little bit. However, if one hoped to see the beautiful view of the Red Tarn, Ullswater, or the Thirlmere, one is in for a huge disappointment. Fog as far as the eye could see(which is nit that far), leaving much to the imagination and dreams.
As any alpinists know, the way up was only half of the adventure. My second half of the hike consisted of me missing turnoffs, as well as slipping and falling. Well, at least I was out of the fog! However, the beautiful view of the Thirlmere made my descent a pleasure which was unfortunately undo by the muddy, bushy, and wet path of the second half of the decent. Needless to say, I was delighted at the sight of the bus stop where I could head to my rest in Keswick.
The weather god seems to have decided that I have earned it. A bit of sunshine gave me some extra energy to make an extra trek to the Stone circle nearby. Standing for nearly 5000 years, the stone circle was certainly mysterious. Though the precise purpose of the circle is still been debated, one can’t help but be reminded of the Stonehenge in Salisbury. I highly recommend reading up some information before you visit here as the signposts do not provide enough explanations.
Some deserving beer an food to end the day!
