Well we're back home. Have to say that the entry/exit process of both countries have headed in a smoother yet more confusing direction and on the flight back one of the passengers was met on the bridge by police and CBP.
The weather was supposed to be miserable, yet turned out mostly sunny for the week. We didn't end up going to Scotland but we did travel near the border in able to visit a few castles and a famous food truck, which did in fact live up to expectations. We also went to town and found a little market stall run by a little amazing Chinese granny. All she does is all day make and sell dumplings, some of the best I've ever eaten.
The big thing for this trip was to do our first mountain hike in The Lake District NP. We had planned to be up before dawn, get there at sunrise and begin. Supposed to only take a few hours, and then we'd head to one of the tourist towns, before more adventuring. I wanted to rely on paper maps and he wanted to rely on GPS and cell coverage, of which I was confident would not work. He told me he had hiked it as a boy, he knew some from memory, and that subsequent online guides said it was doable for the average person. Can I say that this mountain is actually rated as hard? That it does not in fact take a few hours, and that ALOT has changed about it since he was a child (as in landslides and no paths in some places anymore), oh and that once you reach the top you are blasted with near-hurricane force winds, and the descent pathways are becoming washed away.
Still, the early start was great, with some amazing views, and the clouds were burning off at the top. We managed to get 2/3rds up the mountain with no other trekkers before the "hard bit". Well the hard bit, no one mentioned and he did not remember, was near-vertical climbing in parts for several hours before you'd get to the "scramble" a part that can only be done on hands and knees. By this time other hikers had joined that were simply interested in goofing off or pushing past cautious newbies like us - to the point one group caused me to fall, and I came quite close to going down to my death. Still we pressed on with a twisted knee! Once at the top those crazy winds kicked in so we did not linger. The choice was to continue along the top ridge being battered by those winds to the next mountain, or go down and around the mountain (there are some additional nice views). So we went down and around and we discovered the lack of paths and then the GPS failed. In total we spent 8hrs on that mountain, a lot of swearing and crying from the pain in my leg by that point. Everything else for that day went out the window. It was the one of the hardest days of my life and he was kicking himself. Not everyone that tried to do this mountain was successful and ended up turning back, but ultimately we're proud we did it and the next day we followed it up with a high fell climb.