As our last trip had ended prematurely, having only got half-way round our planned route, we decided to start in the opposite direction this time, heading anti-clockwise. This route seemed to take us predominantly on little country lanes, so the going was much easier.
When we finally got off the beaten track we were amazed at just how different the terrain on this side of the valley was compared to the other; a lot greener and not a rock in sight. On our first trip we had seen a small mass of water across on this side, so decided to try and find it, and before long we were sat down next to it having our lunch.
Unlike our last venture, we very quickly found an ideal spot to camp- a nice grassy divot in the shelter of the hills- but it was far too early in the afternoon to pitch up, so we carried on walking. We stopped short of the apex of the valley, then wandered down into the valley itself to see things from that perspective before heading back to our spot for the night.
It was a glorious day weather-wise, and as it was still a bit early to get the tents out, we threw ourselves down on the floor and basked in the sun, amazed at how deathly-silent our surroundings were.
Teatime came and went, and before we knew it it was time to bed down for the night. The morning brought none of the fog of our previous visit, so we were able to enjoy the views once more over a mug of coffee, before heading back the way we came.
Our two High Cup trips were very different. I wouldn't necessarily say I enjoyed one more than the other, although for a single night's camp I would favour this side of the valley.
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