I know it was still only mid morning when I got back to the car, but I can confirm that enjoying four and a half hours of absolute solitude and escape from an otherwise overcrowded and cluttered world really can do wonders for your wellbeing. Not that there's much wrong with it anyway, but I'm sure you know what I mean.
Doubly strange today was that of all the obscure places; I knew the first people I saw. As I was sorting myself out at the car, John Patterson and Jo Hall arrived to start their walk. Stranger still because the last time I saw John was also on the fells. On the previous occasion it was when we bumped into each other between Fairfield and Grisedale Tarn earlier this year.
This was definitely a case of the early bird getting the walk, because it started to rain as I was driving towards Pooley Bridge, so the early start had paid off after all.