A mature wife and mother gets more than she bargained for.
Enjoy.
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Dave and I (Anna) were camping in Ennerdale. We'd met here, on my very first trip with our university's climbing club more than thirty years ago and we've been together ever since; it's been a rare year when we haven't returned on or about this same weekend to celebrate the anniversary and whilst rock climbing is well behind us nowadays, we're still keen hill walkers.
The campsite had been busy over the weekend, but now, other than a few families at the opposite end of the field nearer to the river, it was just ourselves and four young guys with a beaten up old van and a couple of ragged tents up here amongst the trees. We'd spoken to the lads a few times over the last couple of days -- they were here climbing --
