Bigfoot on the Hills.

Well, the doctor said I should give the ankle a little light excercise after a couple of days.  So Me and Luke disappeared up to the Lakes Saturday.  Luke wanted to climb Crinkle Crags or Bowfell.
Well, we tried to go a short cut from Oxendale up Crinkle Ghyll using
Lukes supreme navigation skills,

turn left at the Sheep,

but alas, we only got about 3/4 way up when the beer started calling (and my ankle was giving up), so, after a quick soak of said swollen ankle in the ice cold stream,

headed back to the Old for some light refreshments.

Beautiful day, and not a volcanic ash cloud in sight.