The incredible flying machine

We knew we might be in for some weather but also hoped to find a little snow en route.  We found both. 

It was a blast.  Literally.

Wonderful spotlights of sunshine beamed across the valley for most of the walk although it was hard to look at anything but the floor whilst we headed across the top of Buckden Pike.  Sarah had to hang on to CJ as we crossed a stile as Little Dog was getting blown off the top of it.  At one point, it was impossible to plant your feet where you intended but exhilarating and a buzz without question.  

A fine day out.  And not a speck of rain.