Forecasting the British weather

Planning a walk in the UK weeks ahead of the intended date is not an easy task. You literally leave the entire day up to chance. Everything is out of your control.

Some weeks ago now I planned with 2 friends from work to go on another hike. As previously stated, a hike in the hills (while always welcome) is a little hit and miss when it comes to the weather. I mean, its autumn, its the UK, the odds are pretty good it will be raining.

So the plan; drive from Manchester, head up north. We were going to hit the Lakes (one of the wettest areas in the UK), heading to the area containing Stybarrow Dodd, Watsons Dodd etc. The walk was looking good, the route planned. I even had backup plans in case the weather was awful.

The days leading up to the walk were all very very wet.

The night before the walk I was ecstatic when checking the forecast, it was white cloud, no rain and even chance of sun!! I was made up, after a week of solid rain it was like seeing a Leprechaun riding a unicorn over a rainbow!

The day of the hike, I woke up, checked my phone. Disaster… rain. I mean its the weather, they aren’t always correct….right? I met up with the guys from work, drove all the way up to our start point. The cloud was hanging low around the mountains almost as if it was telling us from the off there was little point venturing higher. I have been out in rain before, I am not only a fair weather hiker, my favourite memories of hiking are in the extremes. This, however, was not extreme. It was drizzle.

Drizzle is rubbish, you get wet, but not really. It’s more like surprise rain you don’t really noticeĀ until it’s too late and you realise you are drenched. We struggled the ascent of Hart Side, through the wet grass, trudging along streams that were marked as trails on the map. Every footfall getting more and more difficult as our clothing became more saturated. Despite adding my waterproof coat into this equation I still neglected to use either gators or overtrousers. So it was a mess at the summit of the first mountain. Not to mention we were enveloped by a thick fog, blanketing the hillside limiting our view to a very meager 30 metres. Not worth the risk of removing the camera from my bag.

At the top we decided to descend, felt like we had been climbing for ages, but in fact it was just 750m and we had parked at 250m, so the ascent was not that much. Wet and a little demoralised by our lack of view we slid down the mountain to the car. Of course when we reached the car, got changed, started eating lunch the sun started to shine….

Sometimes you just have to deal with your decisions and make the most of the opportunities you have at the time. So, when my friend Jozsef asked if there was any photographic opportunities nearby I jumped at the chance to drive towards nearby Pooley Bridge.

Our drive to Pooley Bridge I saw a boat house I had seen in a previous walk and we stopped to get better images of it.


Once we had got our shots we moved round to the centre of Pooley Bridge having a quick mooch before heading home for the day.


Sometimes you don’t need to make all the peaks you planned, but making the most of what I had I still came away feeling happy instead of disappointed.

Thanks for reading.