Another year, another MPS trip. Penruddock was calling, and after the usual Friday-night excitement of continual arrivals we reconvened on Saturday morning for a trip around the northern fells. Unfortunately I failed to get any photos because the weather was a bit dreich. Suffice to say we did some lovely dynamic risk assessments, didn’t cross a river in spate, and eventually made it back to the car wet but in generally good spirits.
Saturday night’s forecast didn’t look great for a long excursion, so we agreed upon the Howgills as a sensible destination, being, as they are, on the way home (for 95% of the group, anyway).
Thankfully we only had a couple of squally showers pass through as we made our way around a horseshoe over The Calf, so the only really dangerous part was my heart rate whilst trying to keep pace with Brannock and Ben on the first ascent.
© Haydn Williams 2025
We split into two groups at the top of the Calf, with our group then embarking on a fairly riotous descent back to valley level whilst wondering whether John’s shoes were going to just fall off as they gradually unlaced themselves. Anyway, I don’t think that had any effect on mine and Ben’s wonderous victory in reaching the bottom first.
© Stu Coxon 2025
We finished the day off in typical fashion, i.e. knowing that the other group was on the hill somewhere, and most likely returning to the car the same way as us, but seeing no sign of them until actually back at the cars. Nevertheless, we did all make it back to the cars, and there we went our separate ways. Until next time.
