My original plan was to move camp today and head for a pitch I’d used before on the west side of Cross Fell. The view from the tent and the weather forecast were both bad. Rain and snow is forecast for all day and it would take many hours to get to the pitch. I decided it wasn’t worth it and staying put would make much more sense. By mid afternoon I had to go out to top up the water bag. It was difficult standing up straight in the wind and I was buffeted by the wind all the way to the small river at the old reservoir outlet. I repeatedly dipped the pan in but only a portion of the water I poured reached the bag. The rest was whipped away in a horizontal spray. The temperature was hovering around zero C and the cold damp air soon made my fingers painful then start to loose feelings. Once back in the tent all was well and I descended into my sleeping bag to resume reading.

The wind gets stronger on Little Dun Fell