Seat Sandal
Height: 2415 feet
Bible Position: The Grisedale Fells
Conditions: A little rain and cool
Position: 17th highest in Eastern Fells
Other Wainwrights on this walk:
We set off again after a brief break towards Great End and our turning point Esk Hause. I had been to Esk Hause before when we climbed Great End and Esk Pike. It’s a very busy crossroads with many popular walks in the area. At this point we turned left towards Allen Crags and could see the summit of Glaramara in the distance. As we approached the following picture it was nice and clear and literally as I stopped to take the camera out of my bag the mist rolled in. I still managed to get a reasonable shot of the Langdales though.
As we walked over Allen Crags, I was feeling quite good, the climb had not been too strenuous and I knew I had plenty left for the descent. However the climb from here was one of those frustrating climbs. First of all it was one of my least favourite surfaces, a very rocky path where you had to pick your steps between the rocks very carefully. It was also one of those walks where you felt the next summit was the last, only to find when you reached the summit it was not. The last two of these false summits were particularly frustrating as I rounded the summit and noticed a reasonable descent and then another summit!
We ploughed on towards the top although by now the cloud was rolling in on the summit which made finding it quite difficult. We eventually reached the top around 12.40. There was a shelter at the top although someone had beaten us to it. We sat behind some rocks and had lunch, waiting for it to clear a little so we could find the way down. We sat for about 15 or 20 minutes with the cloud only lifting very slightly. A short while later it cleared enough to see a path down which we took.
Very quickly we were at the top of a very rocky scramble, about 20 or 30 feet high. We slid our way down the scramble to a path and headed off down in the general direction of the car. As we dropped down further it started to clear more and more. Peter was marching off into the distance and I quickly realised he was concerned that we had maybe missed the path back down to the car, which would have been on the left somewhere.
Peter was well ahead at this stage when I stopped for these 2 photos of a sunny Fleetwith Pike and Borrowdale. Looking over to my left I could see Peter waving me over. We had missed the path down and could see behind us the path back down to the car.
However the only problem was between us and the path was a huge gully. The only way to cross it was to go back up! It was now approaching 3 pm and we were going to start climbing again. Not the best news I had received! The option was to continue down the edge we were on but end up 4 or 5 miles down the road and then face a long walk back to the car. Going back up to come down seemed the lesser of two evils! So we started to climb until we got to a point where we could cross the gully and then try to find the path. The path was not obvious but eventually we found it and began to descend at last. By now however my legs were finished and we were still around 800 to 1000 feet high and on a very steep descent! Every step was painful and had to be carefully picked as it was very rocky. This was the worst descent I have had since St Sunday Crag. Eventually however we reached a wall and were then on the home straight back down to the farm and the car. We reached the car around 4.45 pm, 8 hours since we left it! A very long day but satisfying that another one was under my belt, that’s 6 this year with hopefully another one or maybe even two before 2013 is out.
See you on the next one, probably early November.
We arrived around 8.45 at the car park next to Overbeck bridge, there was only one other car here. We had our pies and set off walking at exactly 9.00 am. Leaving the car park from the far right hand corner we began walking in dense ferns, eventually arriving at a couple of newly built gates and also a newly laid path.
Our task today was clearly marked out in front of us, simply follow the wall up to just below the crags and then move around to the left of the crags, climbing towards the summit.
It was immediate climbing too, making for a very tough first half hour or so. As we reached the second stile we followed the path away from the wall around to the left of Dropping Crag. Once we got onto the crags we began scrambling. It was also getting windier the higher we got.
As we reached the Great Door you could see the type of views you would have had on a clear day. It was too windy to take my bag off to get a photo though as it was literally difficult to stand up. We climbed higher beyond the Great Door over an exposed ridge and decided to take shelter out of the wind and have a cuppa. The wind was ferocious at this stage and we contemplated turning back as it was too dangerous. We were so close though and it would be a shame not to chalk off a top when we were so close. So we decided to carry on.
As we descended Derwent Water and Keswick came into view and they were looking very good in the April sunshine.
A little further and the popular Cat Bells walk looked very busy today.
We walked towards the bottom of Cat Bells as can be seen above and then turned left down the slope towards the car.
Back at the car for around 1.00 pm and time for a quick drink at the Sportsmans.
Next walk planned towards the end of May. See you then.
We set off again, climbing further and crossed the stream twice. After only half an hour or so we were reaching the snow line and the path became difficult to follow. Very soon we had lost the path altogether and we were walking on virgin snow. We were continuing to go upwards though so in the right direction! By now we were in quite deep snow and each step was taking its toll, onwards and upwards! We could hear voices off to our right and knew this was the main path higher up the Band so we were veering over towards that direction.
So we haven’t been out much this year have we? No excuse either, so we must put that right. We made a start with that today, the morning the clocks were put back so we gained an extra hour. Peter came for me at 6.00 am (GMT). The forecast, depending on which channel you watched was either rain or showers, clearing at lunchtime, so we set off deciding to go round the back of Helvellyn and also fit in Dollywaggon Pike which I had attempted twice before but turned back due to poor weather. I had done Helvellyn many years ago but it was before I was recording dates so I had to do it again.
We arrived at Wythburn car park just after 8.00 am but to our surprise the cost to park was £7 and we didn’t have enough change. So we drove to Grasmere village to get some change and then back to the car park. It is unusual for a car park, outside of the towns to be so expensive but as we did not have much choice, Peter paid the fee. It was raining already, too wet to stand and eat breakfast so we set off on the walk just after 8.30, heading towards the trees to get some cover. I had brought my home-made scotch eggs and Peter had brought a pasty so we had a good start to the day. We climbed quickly through the woods coming out onto the open fell and continued to climb steadily. The path was very clear and good allowing us to keep a reasonable pace. However it was very wet and with no cover there was nowhere to stop for a cuppa.
As we got to the ridge, the rain was sharper and it was getting colder. I stopped for a few minutes to put on another layer and gloves for the final push to Helvellyn. On the way up we walked past the junction we would later come back to on the way to Dollywaggon Pike, we also saw the plaque just below the shelter near the summit commemorating a plane landing here in 1926! We walked past the shelter and were shortly at the summit, arriving just after 10.30, two hours up was a decent pace. No time to stop for photos as it was so wet and cold so we quickly went back to the shelter to try to get a cup of tea.
We quickly had a cuppa and Peter put another layer on and we set off back down the track, retracing our steps to the junction I mentioned earlier, taking the left fork this time which was heading towards Nethermost Pike first and then on to Dollywaggon Pike. Whilst it was cold and wet, I was feeling very good at this point. Losing 2 stone over the summer was making me move slightly quicker than normal and at this point in the walk I was very pleased with my pace. We passed Nethermost Pike and quickly went on to Dollywaggon, arriving about 30 minutes after leaving the summit of Helvellyn.
A very quick photo just to say we were there and then we wanted to get down as quickly as possible. It was a steady descent at first as we looked for Grisedale tarn below, which was where we would descend to first. There was an old metal fence post marking the path down. At this point the path became very steep and with slippery rocks as well it was a tricky walk and I could feel my knee and for the first time ever I think, my feet were wet!
As we got near the tarn, we turned to the right across the grass. As we were walking across what looked like just wet grass, I put my foot in a bog, straight up to the knee. Fortunately it was not possible to get any wetter, but I was trying my best! Eventually we came out at the top of a gully with a very fast moving stream running down to the road, this was our path back to the car. Once again however slippery rocks and a quite steep descent conspired to slow me down to a snails pace. The road was not getting any nearer! Once we did get down to the bottom, we had another boggy walk back to the woods and then on to the car. The wettest walk we have ever done with non-stop rain from setting off to getting back – don’t believe the weather forecast! It was now after 2.30 so we got changed and got into the warmth of the car, heading for home – to a nice Chilli con carne for me!
Christmas walk planned for early December so see you then!
It’s been a while since the Christmas Walk so when Peter called me a couple of weeks ago asking me if I fancied a walk, it was perfect timing. It was only me and him today and his turn to drive so he picked me up at 6.00 am. The forecast was good for the east but a little cloudy, clearing later for the west which was where we were heading. We had decided to do High Street after missing out on that walk a couple of times previously so headed over the A66 in clear blue skies. As we turned off the road towards Haweswater there was a road closed sign but another one saying the hotel was open so we ploughed on. It turned out they were doing some pipe laying on the road although not on a Sunday so the trucks were all parked up and we drove straight through.
We arrived at the car park at the end of the reservoir before 8.00 am, got the boots on and started walking at exactly 8.00 am. No Angus pies today but a decent substitute with Peters Bakery steak pie! We ate as we walked, surrounded by very welcome blue skies.
When we walked Harter Fell recently we had noticed a path which looked more direct than walking round Haweswater and climbing up Rough Crag so we took the direct route. It was a steady walk at first, gaining height slowly.
As we climbed we started to come out of the shade and already it was getting quite warm, I was beginning to regret having 3 layers on! We followed the path, climbing all the time until we came to the first bait stop of the day at 9.00 am. Time for a quick cuppa and then we continued on towards the shoulder where we would join Long Stile. We reckon we saved quite a bit of time taking this route and joined Long Stile about 10.00 am.
We were now in full sunshine and with the climb it was was getting very warm so time to shed a layer or two. Looking back down to Rough Crag we had a quick look to see if we could see the Golden Eagle which is supposed to live here but nothing today. We continued up Long Stile, now becoming more of a scramble over the crags. As it was such a great day we stopped to take another photo of the great scenery around us. The shot on the left shows Blea Water in the background and the summit of High Street is to my left out of shot.
Once we reached the top of the more difficult climb we were on a very flat summit heading towards the summit marked by a small trig point. We reached the summit at 10.40 and took a few more photos for the record.
The views were fantastic today, we could see Thornthwaite Crag I did last summer with the lads from work, we could see Helvellyn and Striding Edge clearly. Looking towards the west seemed a little more cloudy and as we wanted to stay in the sun we headed towards Kidsty Pike, knowing that we would not be able to get another top in on that route but at least we would stay in the sunshine and get the views.
We descended the Straits of Riggindale towards Kidsty Pike and decided to take in The Knott on the way, including Kidsty Pike that would mean we would do 3 Wainwrights today although only one official top in High Street. The photo on the right shows the view back up Riggindale towards the summit of High Street, you can make out the Roman Road on the right.
We continued on the path to The Knott and at this point we saw only the second person of the day although after this point it did get much busier.
We arrived at The Knott about 11.20 and then paused for a few minutes to take a few more photos and consider our next move. We decided to back track slightly on the path we had taken and head for Kidsty Pike and then back down to the Reservoir.
Once we dropped down from The Knott back to the path we turned right and then a left climbing towards Kidsty Pike.
We arrived at Kidsty Pike just after noon and for the first time today it was a little breezy on the top so we dropped off the summit slightly to some rocks for another bait stop, take some more photos and just chill in the sun.
This was also a good vantage point to see the Golden Eagle if it was around but again we saw nothing today. We sat for 20 minutes or so and then started the descent back to the car park.
At first it was quite a rocky descent becoming quite steep as well so taking its toll on the knees. We dropped down to the shores of Haweswater and then had about another 20 minutes to walk through the woods back to the car park which was now full despite the road closed sign! We arrived at the car about 2 pm just as some cloud started to appear – perfect timing!
A really good walk today, fantastic scenery, some decent challenges and great company as always.
Click here to see more photos from the day and turn your speakers up and see if you can guess the music!
See you on the next one.
At a recent Walkers night out we decided to have our Christmas walk this weekend and as we needed to be home early, we chose the Yorkshire Dales walk we have done a few times before. I picked Peter up at 7.30 and then drove back down to Hartlepool for Paul, arriving at his house around 8.00 am. It was a cold, crisp morning, the car temperature gauge hovering around zero. We arrived at Gunnerside, a small village about 6 miles past Reeth, around 9.15 and set off walking about 9.30. The walk starts out of the village on a road which was quite icy. As we were driving in we had also noticed the damage caused by the floods and high winds earlier this week in Swaledale. Added to this the tops were covered in snow so we knew we were in for a cold, snowy walk.
After about a half mile on the road we took a sharp right and start walking up the hill. As soon as we started on this road we were walking on snow, initially just an inch or so but getting deeper as we got higher. This path climbed gently around the hill to the highest point of the walk. The snow was 6 or 7 inches deep at this point. As we started to drop back down the other side we crossed a stream and walked down the right hand side of the stream. Nobody had been out this morning so the path was not clear and at times our feet were sinking knee deep in the fresh snow. We were heading towards the ruined building at the bottom of the valley to have our Christmas lunch.
Christmas Lunch |
Stream crossing lower down the valley |
Paul stood on the bridge for a photo opportunity whilst we pelted him with snowballs |
These 2 photos show the damage caused by floods in Swaledale this week. |
The path back to the car was long and slow, much longer than I remembered. Paul had kept a shotgun cartridge he found the last time he was on this walk and kicked all the way back to the car (coincidentally we had found a cartridge the following year when I did the walk and kicked it back to the car) so we played football with the cartridge all the way down the path back to the car. We got back to the car just after 3.
So that’s its for 2011, we will be back in 2012 in the Lakes.
Merry Christmas to walkers everywhere and a happy and healthy 2012.