The wind had dropped but the clouds continued to look menacing as we ventured eastward to this limestone ridge out in the middle of Batty Moss. We only spent about half an hour here as the clouds darkened and rain was surely on its way. We cut our losses and made a B-line straight across the bog to the car. Thank god for wellies, although a couple of dodgy foot placements and I would have been cursing all the way across. Which is more than can be said for the passing scout troop coming the other way. Ankle boots and trainers are not the attire for such a place - who said "be prepared!"
I don't suppose it really mattered as they were all wearing helmets and a fair guess they were going pot-holing. Rather them than me. We just made it back to the car and was sat drinking coffee when the heavens opened.
Second best decision of the day... quit while you are ahead!