Even though the weather had forcasted rain, members of Dalton Town Band, me included and friends still decided to make our way to the top of Black Combe. This is how it went down…
I arrived at Whicham Church at 10:00BST waited for the others to arrive. As everyone started to turn up, we realized that one of the mambers had not arrived. One of the older boys had headed to Whitfell Church in stead of going to Whicham Church. Luckily, the leader and conductor of Dalton Town Band had his mobile phone with him and soon pointed him in the right direction. But for some strange reason, the 14 year-old had gone straight past us and ended up elsewhere. By this time, it was 11:00, so the conductor said that he would stay and wait for him while the rest of us started up Black Combe. So the rest of the pack set off up Black Combe, with me racing ahead. Nothing much happened untill we got to the top, except the fog decided to cover the top of Black Combe, making us lose sight with each other.
Soon after, one by one, we reached the summit and sat down in the shelter, me being one of the first to reach there. While the others ate their lunch, I got out my handie, and worked whoever I could, and then ate my own lunch. We finished off with a group photo at the summit and me with the Harrop’s mascot, named by my sister, Peter Polar Bear. I went and found the SOTAcache, and started writing in the log when the heavens decided to throw it down, literally! I only managed writing ‘DALTON BAND’ when I decided we should be getting down ASAP. I started putting the log into it’s own bag when that decided to blow away(my apologies, Charlie). I couldn’t catch it so I put that into the box, put that into the big bag, and hid that away. We got half way down when the sun THEN decided to shine! A bit of a shame that it happened then, but at least we could dry off. We reached the bottom at 14:10 and set off home.
Many thanks to the people who worked me and my apologies to those who couldn’t. If anyone still wants to sponser me, it is not to late!