A Wet, Windy Walk

A wet, windy walk up into the Yorkshire moors
Is not what we had hoped for as we shut the car doors
Strong winds embraced us but no moisture in the air
We left a waking Horton for Pen-y-ghent's foot & stair
Morale was on the rise as we climb her lower back
Clouds looming, falling almost stopped us in our tracks
Winds pick up, rain comes down & from every side
Relentlessly continuing, soaking us to our hide
Onwards we venture until, at last, her peak
Upon arrival, to some stranger, we did speak
"Persevere", we said, "Through the gales & rain"
So once more, into the clouds, we set off again
As the cold closed in & smiles fell to frown
A wise man inquired, "Pub?", post haste we turned round
Weather still horrid as the Gold Lion drew nearer
With the thought of Black Sheep ale getting clearer
Into the warmth and off with our clothes
But this was to be free, not to pose
Then back in the cars and off to bed
Not before showers, feast, and the tale re-said

By Pete Scopes