Three Dubs Tarn was next and to get here I had to do a short out and back. What I hadn't expected was to find the place packed with people. On the approach I could hear voices but assumed it was just another couple of walkers. Then I saw the 4x4s, the tents, and several large groups of people, each group standing in a sort of semi-circle and being talked to by someone.
Right, OK, this is a bit weird, I was thinking to myself, and without realising it I'd slowed right down so I had thinking time before having the unavoidable job of walking right past everyone. I was waiting to be told I wasn't supposed to be there. In which case my defence would have been to plead ignorance and ask how I get to Moss Eccles Tarn (even though I know full well how to get there). I'm sure I must have looked as much out of place to them as they did to me. And, if I'm totally honest I felt more than a little bit like an intruder. Once I'd got within view of everyone I'd have looked like a right idiot if I turned around and fled so all I could do was act as if this type of thing happens to me everyday.
On the plus side, several of the people eased my apprehension by smiling and saying good morning.