Day Two - Waterfall Valley to Windemere

Time got very simple on the OLT. Go to bed when it's dark, get up when it's not, walk until the next hut and sit around until it's dark again.

After a night spent laying awake for, no hyperbole, ALL OF IT, I sprung out of bed the second dawn whispered its arrival. Garmin had me down as bagging a sweet 15 min of light sleep and nothing else. Checks out. Spent somewhat of a fragile morning sipping my chai and insisted Dylan draw me an analogue Wordle to do. Which he did, god bless him. I got it in 3, for those curious. Slay.

We quickly set a routine of No Fucking Around in the mornings, and discovered we belong to the majority camp of 'wake, pee, brush teeth, wash face, have a cuppa and some quick brekky, pack your shit and get going'. I can see the appeal of slow mornings and taking the time to soak up the hut and the peace once everyone's departed, but please do remember the points I made in the previous post about bunk-competition. No time to waste.

Today's walk was very short. 7.8km from memory. Would perhaps be the most unremarkable day of the trip to be honest if it wasn't for the glorious fact that we experienced a weather shift halfway through. The misty foggy rain from the day before suddenly lifted, the clouds parted and slowly began to drift away, and actual sunshine hit our disbelieving faces. Talk about putting a pep in your step. Insane how much of a luxury some simple sunshine can be when you're spending your days outdoors. Layers came off, phones came out, and shit eating grins were documented. As well as some exceptionally pretty fagus.Les mer