It’s amazing what you learn at youth hostels. Last night, for example, I learned* that there are three different types of fun.
- Type 1: fun at the time
- Type 2: not fun at the time, but fun when you look back at it
- Type 3: not fun, ever
I was expecting today’s run to fall under the third definition. MWIS, the miserable weather information service, foretold rain, wind and bad visibility so I’d swapped my pure wainwrighting route for a mash up of Lakeland 100 recce and wainwrighting which had several bail out points and the option of staying low if the tops were grim.
It’s nice to be wrong. The rain threatened but only materialised once I was back in my car, the wind very kindly manifested as a tail rather than head wind and the visibility was really rather good. In fact, barring a puddle which turned out to be marginally** deeper than I expected, it was type one fun all the way.
* by butting into a conversation I was listening in on
** more of a hip bath
abradypus 