Map. 1,175m ascent
A perfect day for walking. What a difference to yesterday. This was today’s first summit
This one is called Grike. I was walking in the very west of the Lakes, where the hills are rounded and the walking is easy but the distances are large. I was eager to take this opportunity of good weather to do this walk as by now I was getting quite fit after a week, the streams were low (there were a few to ford) and this was the last good weather day of my holiday.
It is a delight to be fit again, to be able to stride out with energy and maybe lose a bit of flab. I can recommend a weeks walking with me if you want to lose a bit of weight. Maybe I could market it as a weight loss program?
The paths were a delight
The view over Ennerdale was to the ridge I walked yesterday. I traversed from left to right almost all in the mist. Pity.
I had to walk for two miles along this well built wall.
The miles flew by. The wall had a few gaps with stiles. Unfortunately this one needs a lot of repair.
The sunlight across the fells created some gorgeous colours
These sheep seemed surprised to see someone on their mountain!
I reached Haycock in time for lunch and was eating my egg and watercress sandwiches when three other walking parties appeared. The first I had seen all day. I thought I had the hills to myself on a late September weekday.
The last summit of the day. The sun was still shining and the hills were still looking stunning.
There was still a good hours walk left down this lonely valley.
It is my last day in the the hills. Time to leave and escape – heavy rain is forecast for tomorrow. (It arrived at 5am Wednesday )
I walked up 27 of the Wainwright hills on this adventure. Of the 214 of them I have walked up 155 so far this year. I had hoped to visit them all this year but then Covid 19 has upset all our plans. I don’t think I will be camping in winter as well as walking. You do need to have a drying room handy if you are walking in winter.
The funniest moment of my trip happened on Tuesday when I was on the ridge above Buttermere in the mist. I was walking off the summit of High Stile towards High Crag. I had been going for 5 minutes in the mist in the right direction and as a matter of habit I checked my gps to make sure I was on course. The gps said I was walking in the wrong direction. For a couple of minutes I was absolutely totally convinced that it couldn’t possibly be correct and that it had stopped working properly and it was broken.
Then I realised I was being a fool.
It’s funny how we humans can convince ourselves of even the most ridiculous ideas!!
