A quiet April day at Watendlath, , , , well it was until I got around the other side of the buildings where I met a large group of youngsters who'd came down from the High Tove area (no wonder they looked so muddy). To say the least some of them looked a bit scrawny so I've no idea how they'd managed to carry such huge back packs up and down the fells. I just can't imagine what they were carrying in them.
Anyway: I said hello, they said hello and then one of them asked that question "do you know where the path is". Obviously I said "which one", then another lad mumbled in despair "O God, don't tell us there's more than one". Without laughing, I got it out of them that they were heading to Rosthwaite, and showed them which way to go. They actually seemed to be a group of decent kids, and as I watched them struggling up the hill, I couldn't help but think whoever told them they needed this much stuff should be made to carry it up the hill for them.