A weekend in Wasdale Part 2

Sunday was billed to be a better day weather wise however it looked pretty grey when we awoke. I didn’t feel well and had been sneezing and spluttering all night and had a pretty horrible runny nose. Not really in the mood to get out of bed I managed to get dressed and hoped to feel better as the day wore on. Achy and head cold symptoms were a bad start.

Buckbarrow, Seatallan and Middle Fell were our targets for the day and I must say Buckbarrow and Middle Fell both looked attractive prospects and with Seatallan tucked in behind I hoped it wouldn’t disappoint.

As with any hill really it was a bit of a slog to begin with. As we continued upwards it wasn’t really long before we came upon the summit of Buckbarrow. The last part of the upwards climb was through some rocky bits and the views were outstanding. The weather wasn’t being kind to us with intermittent rain and there was our old friend the wind again. The sun kept peeking through the clouds but not anywhere near us. We could see its shadows cast upon the surrounding hills but alas no where near us.

Cold update: I feel rubbish, sneeze splutter, sneeze!

So after Buckbarrow it was onwards to Seatallan and this was the first time I thought “oh I'll just go back” I really couldn’t get a grip and my head was throbbing but I wandered on. It didn’t seem that bad a walk up to Seatallan that was until we lost the summit in the cloud. It closed in and obscured views on all sides. Drizzle and a brisk breeze made the last part of the walk up quite tedious indeed. One of those moments we you really need to remind yourself why you do this and why its so important. Today it wasn’t for the photography as cameras were firmly tucked away whilst we endured the mist and drizzle.

Thankfully there was a shelter at the summit currently occupied by a nice couple and their dog. I offered the dog some of my Pink Lady apple which it licked and then ignored. How very dare it!!! It really was a lovely dog but just having a picky day.....weren't we all !

We were up and off as soon as we'd finished our snack and heading down to the plateau area between Seatallan and Middle Fell. It was quite steep and the path is poorly mark but easy to see where the path meets down in the valley below. The best bit is that the cloud was starting to lift and we could see Middle Fell, in its entirety, for the first time today and it was beautiful.

I wasn’t sure I had the energy to do another climb and worse still another descent but I waited until I had reached the plateau below and the start of the upward path before making my mind up. Once there it was an easy decision to make and I couldn’t let this gorgeous hill pass me by today. That and that the ground underfoot in the valley was quite boggy and the thought of trudging through bog to go down the valley was really not an option. So upwards we went.

It was a lovely rocky path up and views were opening up all around. Great Gable stood proudly to the left with Yewbarrow in front and it just took your breath away. The route from yesterday was ahead of us with Waswater below and all in all it was a lovely fell.

The downwards was tough as I'd reached my limit for the day. I was exhausted, coupled with the fact that I hadn’t had a good nights sleep meant I felt a bit wibbly wobbly. Nevertheless I kept going with the occasional wee sit down and before we knew it we were back on flat land and the sun, as like the previous day, was splitting the trees. 

At the campsite we'd arrange to keep the tent pitched during the day so we could get an early start and the thought of having to dismantle it when we returned wasn’t a great thought but it wasn’t too bad actually and quite enjoyable in the sunshine.

Great weekend, great walks, great company and looking forward to more camping weekends in the weeks to come, love it!

A weekend in Waswater Part 1

Racing to arrive before the light fades on a Friday night so we can try out our new tent for the weekend and Nether Wasdale was our destination. Church Stile Farm Campsite for the weekend with 5 wainwrights thrown in for good measure.

We arrived with plenty of light left in order to get the tent up, not perfectly, but not bad straight out the box and we headed for the pub for a little refreshment.

 

Saturday morning we were up bright and early and not really sure what the weather had in store for us. It was a bit grim, clouds everywhere and quite windy, although we were protected in the camp-site but could see the far trees swaying.

The hills ahead of us were our target for the day. Illgill Head and Whin Rigg then down to Waswater for a walk back along the screes.

The route up Illgill Head was a slog. Steepness and high found quite quickly. Looking back we could see the strength of the wind in the waves lapping the Cumbrian shoreline.

We met a nice lady from Liverpool whom I thought I recognised from somewhere. She was clearly the leader in her party as they straggled behind and all were heading for a Beer Festival in Boot and not claiming any tops today.

The path to the top of Illgill Head was clear enough but the wind was buffeting us all over the place. Chris did his impression of “flying man” at the summit and we didn’t stick around long. 

Over towards Whin Rigg there was a choice of paths and even though it was windy I chose the path that ran along the top of the screes and rock-face. It was thrilling. Straight down towards Waswater with the most beautiful rock on either side.

A flat plateau then onwards towards the next summit where there was a little shelter which enabled us to have a quick bite with the stunning Yewbarrow ahead of us.

We knew that as soon as we started downwards we would have lost the effect of the wind as it had been behind us all along the tops.

A nice wall guided us down and soon we were on the banks of Waswater and again we could see the effect of the wind on the top of the lake. Little water birds were darting all around as we started along the path to the screes.

The path was fairly level but the wind was now in front of us and the buffeting never ceased. We met a few people along the path but mainly we were on our own. Upwards was scree and rock and downwards was scree and rock dipping into the lake. Chris said that the screes went down into the lake as much as it was high behind us. Very deep water.

We were caught out suddenly by a very sharp rainstorm which made the skipping over rocks of the scree a little more treacherous as things became just a little slippy. Thankfully almost as soon as the rain had come it had gone and we were left, for the first time that day, bathed in sunlight. This was good news as the longest bit of scree was still to come and we hoped by the time we got there the sun would have dried most of the rock.

We weren’t disappointed. The big scree part was dry and absolutely delightful to cross with big section of very big boulders mixed with smaller sections of smaller rocks. I loved it.

The evening was now turning quite pleasant weather wise and the remainder of our walk back to the campsite was absolutely lovely with lots of little birdies flying about in the evening sun.

12 miles, variable weather, great walk and now for a nice meal coupled with a nice glass of red in The Strand. Grand day out!

Lowfell & Fellbarrow on a sunny day !

Another weekend and another 2 Wainwrights to be ticked off the old list. This will make it 137 for me and 172 for Chris, he's only got 42 to do before completing the whole list. Quite an achievement !

Tebay visited and scotch eggs for lunch acquired we continued north and the sky was bluer than blue with some nice wispy clouds that would hopefully make for some good sky pictures. We were a little later than usual setting off so we wouldn't get the best light of the day for photography but I'm sure we'll get something out of the day.   The sun was really bright and I was amazed at how green everything suddenly looked.  Spring and perhaps even a glimpse of summer was definately here.

 

Car parked near Loweswater and the path was right there in front of us, up a stoney treelined path peppered with lots of lovely wild flowers, took us to the base of the first hill. The path continued round and we spotted a couple of Yellowhammers and then it turned sharp left up over a stile and rose steeply towards the right hand side of the hill. With a combination of following a path then trudging up throught the moss and bracken we finally made it up onto the top of the hill. This, as with all hills was not the top but a wee false summit with plenty of path ahead of us before we reached anything that was tickable.

The first peak was Darling Fell with views over Crummock water then over to Buttermere that were really breathtaking and although it wasnt a Wainwright it was still a lovely fell.

My #summitselfie

The path down and then up again onto the next hill was steep on both sides but not too long so it was quite easy on the legs. The path upwards again was like a helter skelter with 20 steps worth of steepness the a wee plateau bit, then another steep bit again followed by another plateau until we reached the top and again were offered the most spectacular views. Here we stopped for a moment and had a nibble of our scotch eggs that we'd bought earlier and just marvelled at how lucky we were with the weather.

Onwards and upwards again towards the last tick of the day and the steepness of the descent and final ascent wasn’t as severe as the previous hill. It was quite gentle by all accounts. A little bit boggy in places and a nice clear path to lead us the way. A trig stood at the top of Fellbarrow and we had our last nibble of the day and polished off our scotch eggs followed by a Tunnochs tea cake. Perfect walking food.

So off we went on the downwards path and made our way back round the hillside until we met up with the path we'd started on earlier in the day. The sun was stronger now and any haze from earlier had gone and it really was a scorcher.

The little wild flowers on the path back to the car were indeed a treat.  

Soon enough we were back at the road and it was now littered with cars.  Everyone and their mother seemed to be in the lakes today and navigating back through Buttermere was interesting we made it and had a beautiful drive home and a lovely day to reflect on and a quick peek of the other side of Causey Pike made me chuckle.  It really is one of my favs, cute little hill !

Great weather, great walk, great company, what more can a girl ask for :-)

Breezy Burnbank, Blustery Blake and Gusty Gavel Fell..........

Hurrah, the weather forecast, after being up and down all week, had finally settled on a Saturday that was at best, variable. That'll do us so after a 6am alarm and house exit at 6.45 we were off up the M6 towards that well known junction 40 for Penrith. The hills today would take us past Buttermere and start us off just behind Melbreak with 3 on the agenda we hoped for a good days walking as well as some good pics.(fingers crossed)

The national trust car park was easy to find and unlike most national trust facilities there was no pay machine. So all those £1 coins I'd been collecting all morning were of no use after all. Brilliant! The first part of the walk was ahead of us with the initial part taking us through a forested area which is always a treat when the sun is out and you get it filtering through the trees casting shadows all around. The little wild flowers are just starting to come out and the baby ferns are all still curled up ready to spring into action later in the year.

Once up and out of the trees the we could see the path clearly heading up left towards the top of the hill, well I say top, I mean the top part that I could see. There was still a long way to go before the top of Burnbank was reached however the walk was pleasant and good underfoot. Not much bogginess and views back to the Solway Firth and over to Buttermere and the surrounding hills were coming into view.

 

Lots of little birds around and their chirping accompanied us for most of today’s walk but unlike the meadow pipets of 2 wks ago we couldn’t see these little birds quite so well, they were well hidden in the heather and gorse.

The top of Burnbank Fell was up and over a fence. No stile here so it was a hover over the wire whilst balancing on 2 rocks sort of manoeuvre but we managed it and then after the obligatory picture taking on the pile of rocks it was back over again to follow the path up to Blake Fell.

Quite a distinctive path and easy to follow and walk, not too steep but enough to keep your muscles working. The most noticeable change was the wind, the higher we got the more blustery it became and soon was very windy indeed. Luckily at the top of Blake Fell there is a little shelter and once hunkered down in that there was not even a breeze. Poke your head out and it was near blown off !!!!

We ate lunch here and I took my #summitselfie 

and then we were off again to our last hill of the day Gavel Fell. Down off Blake and then up the well marked path to Gavel we were passed by a man laying a scent for the trail hounds that would be on this route later in the day. It was spooky as I'd only listened to a programme about the trail hounds of the Lake District on Radio 4 earlier in the week and here was the man, laying the scent of paraffin and aniseed for the dogs to follow later, just like was mentioned in the radio programme. Pity we wouldn't still be there when the dogs came over as I'm sure that would be an incredible sight to see.

Gavel Fell touched and ticked and it was time to head downwards. We followed the path south and then took a sharp left which skirted us round the fell with Hen Coomb on our right we were reminded of the day we were there, back in 2012 when Chris reached his 100^th Wainwright milestone. It was a gentle path down and the path gently lead us round and down until we were almost back at the car park, no before we happened upon a field of sheep with one only too happy to have his picture taken. 

Great walk, great weather and 3 more boxes ticked. I wonder what we'll do with the rest of the day???

Raven Crag and Armboth Fell

The weather forecast was dreadful and didn't bode well for the day at all, showers, gusty wind up to 55miles per hour and other nasties were predicted for the morning but never the less we headed north, stopping, as always at Tebay services for our welcome morning cup of coffee.

We'd decided to tackle Raven Crag and Armboth Fell, if the weather gods allowed that is.  A nice circular walk, taking in the 2 hills and finishing along the banks of Thirlmere.  The whole way up in the car the rain battered against the windscreen and there was much talk of us not even getting out the car once we arrived but we carried on regardless.

On finding a parking space the rain was still drizzling however it was not as thunderous as it had been on the trip up the motorway.  There was a breeze but it wasn't nearly as windy as predicted.  It was bleak and misty but walkable so off we went.

Raven crag was lovely as we walked up through the trees on quite a steep path.  A path littered with emerging wild flowers and the odd fungi!.  Before long we were up on a plateau area and saw a sign that said, Castle Crag, Hill Fort so we figured while we were there we'd have a peek.

Castle Crag (not THE Castle Crag) was just a rocky mound with what seemed to be a trench like cut out round the sides.  No further information was offered but it was a nice enough place.

The rain was easing off a bit and just a very light drizzle now as we headed up through the last bit of steep forest towards the summit of Raven Crag.  As we reached the summit the drizzly rain turned to snow which was a bit of a surprise and the views over Thirlmere were lovely.  We saw 2 ducks flying below, round and round and finally fleeing off to the other side of the lake.  A few moments later we saw what we thought was a Kestrel but it was too far away to get a picture and even to see through the binoculars but we watched it soar round the side of the hill.

Time to head back down and out of the snowy, wet weather, back into the forested area to find the path to Armboth Fell.  We took the track round to the left and it brought us to a style which led us onto to a marshy boggy moorland type path.  The rain by this time was a bit more persistent and the ground underfoot was boggy and a bit yuk!

Initial thoughts were to turn back but we were almost there and we'd missed this fell before when we did High Tove and High Seat so it was best we bagged it now, even though the going was tough.  Rain and bog, Brilliant !

Before we reached the summit the rain started to ease off and the cloud lifted from the surrounding hills showing the flanks of Helvellyn and Brown Crags peppered with snow and slowly revealing themselves from the mist.

Armboth Fell was ahead of us and not a very high peak at all, I think Wainwright was having a laugh when he included this in his lists.

We stopped on the top for a few mins to finish off what lunch we had brought and soon were heading for the path down.  It was a straightforward path and one that would take us back to the banks of Thirlmere.   Littered with a few waterfalls, some visible, some not it didn't take us long at all to reach the bottom and then follow the path along the side of the lake.

We saw the giant tree and Chris spotted a Red squirrel and soon found ourselves back at the car after another adventure in the lakes.  Nothing perilous today but definitely a walk that we didn't think would happen.  The weather gods were somewhat kind to us in that we didn't get the big gusts of wind that were predicted and a little bit of rain never hurt anyone, did it?