Final day part two

Never have either of us been caught in weather conditions so abhorent and treacherous. Rain lashing down and left and right and up. Fricking up! Hill climbs that ran into twisting rolls of rain. Brief respites provided by leafy overhangs were all too momentary. Our immediate future was bound by the lashings of a storm that seemed vindictive in temperament and hurtful in demeanour. Turning a corner without fail unleashed a new angle on the rain and wind that had become our nemesis.  Torrential rain coupled with cheap anorak and boney girl arms extinguished the warmth of the soul. Hysterical laughter in reaction to upside down rain was the first sign of madness. After continuing for 35 miles we gave up the sodden ghost and assessed our options. Option one - continue on in atrocious conditions wet and freezing to the very core of our being. Option two - stay at a hostel two miles back in the direction we'd come from. Option three - speak to a van driver and ask for a lift into town. We exhibited genuinely responsible behaviour and struck for option three with a strong vow made to compensate for the mileage the next day which we have now made some progress towards.

Off to the pub now for a well earned Guinness. Thanks for reading!