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Chapter
3
Deluge
It was raining insistently when we awoke in our cramped but nevertheless “en suite” accom-
modation. I was a little downcast and even the prospect of a ”full English” didn't entirely lift
my spirits. I had made a promise to Chris, when I felt he was exaggerating about the paucity
of British weather, that each day on the Coast to Coast, would be 70 degrees Fahrenheit,
with blue sky, puffy white clouds and a little breeze. I had gotten lucky so far, with decent
intervals of cheerful weather, but this was only the third day of walking. What kind of a va-
cation would it be if it rained from now on?
When we rejoined our group, Pete greeted us cheerily and in his unflustered way explained
that there would be a few showers today. Within an hour the rain had uncannily found all
those places in our waterproofs where that label “waterproof” had been wildly optimistic.
Hooded heads down, we braced against the weather and walked purposefully alongside a
rushing brook and up a steep path. The map showed the path joining an even steeper track up
Lining Crag, but Babs spotted the problem first. “How is it,” she said, in mock innocence,
“that our track has suddenly become a roaring waterfall?”
Our track had become a roaring waterfall .
It was a beautiful sight, foaming, rushing water cascading down the rainforest green hillside.
No one said a word, but with a seeming telepathic consensus, on hands and knees we began
 
 
 
 
 
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