On the third day of the trip, we woke late, to discuss the groups for the walk. The idea of walking in one group went down like a Led Zeppelin (like a lead balloon, but slightly larger). The group split, and one group decided to Go West. James led one group up Scafell Pike and various other peaks whose names I can't REMember. The sun was warm and the views clear, surely this was Nirvana. We knew in our Hearts that things couldn't last as Scafell Pike was covered in clouds. James and the Iron Maiden (Margaret) left the group as we attempted Lord's Rake.
After Rolling Stones to the bottom of Sca Fell, we eventually reached the top of Sca Fell. I felt like a Prince as I admired the view, all I needed was my Queen. I soon realised that this was a (Tangerine) Dream and as time was short, we rushed off like Beatles. (Later on, we realised that there was no Rush as we were back first). With no rain all day, we weren't Macc Lads, and there was no chance of seeing a Rainbow, so to fill the time all we did was Talk Talk, mainly about yesterday which was Wet Wet Wet!
Unlike yesterday, we saw no planes, they weren't B-52's though! On our return down the valley, we saw very few people, this was a Big Country. On our return to the car, the sky had gone a Deep Purple, but this was not a Black Sabbath. We returned to the hostel for dinner of Meat Loaf. All there is to do is think of Happy Mondays and try and work out how to get Procol Harum into the story.