Sour Milk Ghyll, as it is rather charmingly known was cascading down the Fells today after yesterday's rainfall.
We completed the walk to Base Brown our 125th Wainwright in really rather horrible conditions. Horizontal rain, wind and slippery rocks.. LooseCanon had forgotten his waterproof trousers which turned out to be a mistake. We had the fastest consumed picnic in history under a wet rock which a million sheep had used as a toilet and sped on our way. I had a couple of slips and have a purple bruise on my knee. I was glad to get down in one piece because the rocks really were quite treacherous.