...and so, there I was looking forward to a trip up to the Lake District to take to the hill in pursuit of a suitable cull beastie or two .
So far, so good.
And then came the recent rain of biblical proportions...... You know the weekend that Workington found itself underwater? I was supposed to be going up to the North Lakes on the Monday, so it wasn't all that surprising to get a phone call advising there was the small matter of 4 feet of water interrupting plans .
Obviously I was disappointed, but let's keep a sense of perspective here: I had to rearrange a day's stalking, some people had their homes, businesses and in some cases lives devastated.
I managed to rearrange for the 7th (yesterday) down to a cancellation, so Sunday saw kit being gathered, alarm set, flask stood next to kettle.
So far so good.
25 mins away from home yesterday morning, I got a call advising gale force winds and MORE torrential rain.... As it was likely to prove a futile journey, we agreed to can it once more....
You wouldn't think that the sky could hold so much rain - the stalker is thinking of asking Santa for a submarine....
Work commitments mean I'm not going to be able to squeeze a trip in this side of Christmas, and in January we're (hopefully) moving house which will consume time and cash in equally large portions . Could be Feb before things settle down enough to try and sort summat out, but the freak weather is just one of those things!!
(...still a bit of a bugger though!)