A weekends camping in the Lakes would give us 2 days walking without that long drive home at the end of day 1 so on the Saturday morning we opted for a wander over to Hindscarth, Dale Head and Robinson starting off from Little Town.
Little Town had a little car park which was empty and as we headed up the path the sky was dullish and grey. I wondered at that point whether I'd need my sunglasses today and decided not to take the 2 min walk back to the car to get them as I'd probably not need them. The forecast for the weekend was bright but the sky wasnt showing any signs of that as yet.
The clouds were really opening up now and we could see our path over to Dale Head clearly now. a narrow snakey path winding its way up and over the hill to the left after which it would be back down and then up and over the hill to the right, Robinson but first Dale Head.
On the summit of Dale Head there was a tower like cairn. Probably one of the nicest most well put together cairns I have ever seen on a walk and luckily for us the clouds have really started to shift now offering views right left and centre with the best of the views coming down the valley with Blencathra and the Skiddaw Range at the bottom, now fully visible. I had to wait to get my picture of the cairn because there was a couple there having their picture taken by some other walkers. Imagine that, having your picture taken together at the summit !!!! (lol)
Down off Dale Head it was time to take the path up Robinson for the final peak of the day and second lunch. Robinson is a big lump of a hill and has no hidden surprises. What you see is what you get and what you get is a fairly steep walk up its flanks and a nice plateau top. The shelter at the top was a small circle of stones and only really room for 2. It was vacant when we arrived so we sat and had our sandwiches and chuckled at the other walkers who turned up being buffetted by the wind only to realise that there was no shelter on the summit apart from where we were sitting. One group did tuck down behind a wall until we got up to move then darted into the shelter themselves.
Time to get down off the mountain. Thoughts were turning to the pub dinner and a nice big glass of red wine that was waiting back at the campsite. We'd seen the route down earlier in the day and knew that we had a bit of scrambling before a nice gentle plateau descent. This was probably my favorite descent off a hill and had a mixture of dangerous rocky bits with a nice descent that was kind to my knees. Lovely stuff!