Two days after the Kentmere Horseshoe, this was a bit like "after the Lord Mayor's Show", or so I thought at the start. But it was a marvellous, warm day, and we had a good, relatively short walk (6 miles) with enough uphill to make you think it was more than a stroll in the park.
Here are the pictures (you can click on any picture to get a larger version).
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On our way!
Shirtsleeves order, as you can see from the couple ahead. We are
aiming round to the left - ahead are Bakestall and Knott, not for today. |
| Looking back down
Trusmadoor (what a marvellous name!). The three mounds are
apparently drumlins from an erstwhile glacier. Great Cockup is on
the left. No, I don't know how anyone managed to call it Great
Cockup... |
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From
the top of Great Cockup, looking towards Bakestall and Skiddaw.
The wind was really howling at this point - but it was still
beautifully warm! Most peculiar for the Lakes... |
| Looking
down Trusmadoor from near the top of Great Cockup |
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Near
the top of Meal Fell, which is just across Trusmadoor from Great
Cockup. You can see Binsey bedind Over Water. This was the
point at which I lost my A4 map: it had been folded into Stuart
Marshall's book, which I was carrying in one hand. In trying to take a
picture, the book slipped out of my hand and (did I mention that it was
windy?) shot downhill at a great rate. I charged after it and
managed to corner it after about 100 yards - but the map was miles away
by then... |
| Looking
down Burntod Gill towards Bakestall and Skiddaw |
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The
dogs at the top of Meal Fell, with Great Sca Fell in the background. |
| Little
and Great Sca Fell. Down here on the col there was no wind; up
there it was different... |
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Just to prove
we got there: the cairn at the top of Great Sca Fell, with Skiddaw in
the distance. |
| Where we've
been: Meal Fell in front of Great Cockup. |
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The cairn on
Brae Fell. I was trying to hold the camera straight, honest, but
the wind won in the end... |
| Longlands
Fell, the last on the round. Sophie is getting as low as
possible, to stop being blown away. During the last 100 yards up
to this lowly summit, I struggled along just like Scott of the
Antarctic - except that it was warm! I was in my shirtsleeves,
and could hardly stand up. Poor old Sophie - the things we do to our dogs... |
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| This is the
way back down to the car at Longlands Bridge. I had met nobody
the whole walk, but almost at the car a group of 20 emerged from the
northern path on the right. They thought it was "a bit windy,
wasn't it?". |
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Cumbrian
sights... |
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