After a many our drive from Scotland to the Lake District, we reached the base of Scafell Pike, the tallest peak in England, around 6:30pm. We climbed up in the golden light of a lowering sun and made it back down by around 10:30pm as it was finally getting dark. The top was initially shrouded in a dense, cold fog, but the sun started to peek through before we left the summit, and the hike down was blessed with the view of a gorgeous red sunset. The hike was shorter than Ben Nevis, but felt a little more difficult — mostly because my knees were very unhappy to be going down yet another mountain!
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