
Weather was lousy but camped anyway. Tried to avoid the organised campsites and - even worse - the hideous caravan parks and found some great wild camp spots instead. Angle Tarn and Ennerdale Water in the Lakes were highlights.
Lowlight was a night with the lowlifes in Shap who turned the tiny campsite into an all night rave venue. I ended up packing up at three in the morning and re-pitching on the pavement next to the A-road. Pegs don't go easily into concrete so spent the rest of the night in a saggy bag of a tent in the rain and got woken up by lorries from the quarries thundering past at 5am. Camping in the hills the next night was a great antidote.
There are more pictures on my Facebook page.