We are generally fair weather walkers. We really like to see a view from the top, so we don't set off if there is mist - certainly not in rain. However, with a fine morning and a forecast of patchy showers, we decided to attempt Holme Fell.
The route took us first past this colourful display, along a minor road. Sheep were being treated for something at a farm along the way.
Rain set in more heavily, so that we ate lunch by a tarn, standing up. Then we tried to find a direct route down, but there were many tracks and some boggy ground to avoid. We came down through bracken, reaching a slate wall, collapsed in several places. It was not a path, but others had walked there, and we knew that if we followed the wall we would reach the main track across the field.
Suddenly, I felt the ground move rapidly towards me. I landed on a pile of slate debris, on both hands and my right shin. My goodness, but it stung! If you are going to fall, slate is not a good choice of landing material. My main concern, of course, was to be able to walk back to the car, and this proved possible. I had a gash on one palm and a huge swelling on my shin, which resolved itself into a bruise the size of a saucer, but otherwise no harm was done.
We were able to have tea in Coniston to gather our wits. We visited the churchyard where stands John Ruskin's wonderful memorial cross.