PICTURES AND TRIP REPORTS FROM MY WALKS IN THE ENGLISH LAKE DISTRICT
I met up with April, Beefy and their dog Squeaky for what turned out to be a very relaxing and enjoyable couple of days on the fells.
I parked my car near the school in Stonethwaite, April, Beefy and Squeaky were coming on the bus and as I had arrived with plenty of time to spare I walked the longer way back to the bus stop at Rosthwaite. There were quite a few groups of D of E school children all piled up with their customary giant rucksacks. This group were very cheerful though.as they headed down the lane into Stonethwaite.
It was a bit overcast but very warm. This is looking along Borrowdale with King's How on the right.
The bus was on time and after greeting A and B I was introduced to Squeaky, who is a lovely calm, even tempered dog.
On our way out of the valley now looking back to Rosthwaite Fell with Styhead beyond, Lingmell is the dark fell in the distance.
Very hot work on the climb to Great Crag.
But a little fresher on the top where we had an early lunch.
After lunch it was back down to the beautiful Dock Tarn.
Lots of lilies in the tarn today.
We followed the tarn outlet for a few yards till we saw a faint trod heading in the direction we wanted to go so we followed the sketchy path back past the tarn and to higher ground.
Getting a great view of Langstrath with Bowfell and Esk Pike at the head on the way.
Honister with Honister Crag on the right and Haystacks just peeping up.
Although the going was a bit rough it didn't take us long to arrive in the area we wanted to pitch. And after a few minutes of tramping around we selected a nice level spot with a view northwards to Skiddaw.
A really relaxing afternoon was had, catching up with April and Beefy's news and wondering if we might have a decent sunset. ( It's possible I might have had a brief nap as well ).As the evening progressed the light became better and better. This is Great Gable on the left and Pillar on the right.
Blea Tarn with Standing Crag above as the evening starts to glow.
Sometimes when wild camping you don't get to see the sun set..... but sometimes you do..
That's just about it for tonight. Beefy's camera is patiently clicking away recording his time lapse.
A lovely fresh morning.
As a keen advocate of 'leave no trace' April even ruffles up the grass where her tent has stood. Squeaky is wondering if that is strictly necessary..
The path to Watendlath is a little rougher and has more up and downs than you might infer from the map.
Grand view of the high fells from the steepish descent to Watendlath.
After following the valley of Watendlath Beck for a while we turned off and descended past the top falls at Lodore.
We were soon down to the road and walked to the bus stop at Grange. April and Beefy jumped on the bus at as April wanted to be home in time for the Wimbledon men's final. I walked into the hamlet and then along the valley.
The old stepping stones across the Derwent
Nearly back to my car looking to King's How again across the field of Herdies.