What do you do when you wuss out of diving?
When we first arrived on the shores of Wastwater an icy wind was blowing from the hills, stinging my ears and nose. Flakes of snow (unknowingly a hint of what was to come!) swirl in the air as we made our way to the waters edge. A knowing look and we decided to can the dive there and then.
A short journey along the shore and we had a great time taking photographs of this spectacular area.
Soooo after a bit of faffing about and picture taking, we decide to go back to where we began. The wind had dropped, the water calmed to a mirror surface. The decision was made to go for it. Suits were donned and in we went.
