We’ve woken to glorious sunshine – at last! I let out a big sigh of relief as I settle into my chair on our balcony with a hastily made cup of tea. A beautiful view of Lake Garda greets me.
The day starts badly; we’ve been stuck in a traffic jam for two hours just inside the German border and there’s still several hundred kilometres to go before we reach our destination – Munich.
I normally plod along the motorway doing 65 but today we were in danger of missing our ferry so I may have inadvertently been speeding at some point.
Early morning in Berlin is bright and dry and we are walking with backpacks in the rough direction of our next accommodation that we can’t check-in to for another eight hours.
We head down to the restaurant for breakfast. Our aim is the same as the previous mornings; to stuff our faces with as much food as possible and smuggle out a ham roll for a packed lunch.
It was time to raise the stakes. We’ve eased ourselves into travelling with a leisurely drive around England and Wales in a car packed with stuff we really didn’t need. Now, with passports in pockets and tickets in hand, we’re boarding the train.
We’ve seen some magical places and there are many more yet to be discovered but our energy has slowly drained and much quicker than the drenched land that we pitch the tent on. We’ve arrived at a crossroads.
Nether Wasdale has a hotel, a couple of pubs and a campsite. It’s also just up the valley from Wast Water in the Lake District which is where you’ll find Scarfell Pike.
High (pun intended) on the achievement of conquering both fears and Mt Snowdon, Wales’ loftiest point, we head to the Peak District in search of more intrepid adventures.
I’m informed that the best place to see stars in Britain is the Brecon Beacons because of the low levels of light pollution – shame it’s cloudy!