|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
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...
down Trusmadoor from near the top of Great Cockup
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
down Burntod Gill towards Bakestall and Skiddaw
dogs at the top of Meal Fell, with Great Sca Fell in the background.
and Great Sca Fell. Down here on the col there was no wind; up
there it was different...
|Just to prove
we got there: the cairn at the top of Great Sca Fell, with Skiddaw in
been: Meal Fell in front of Great Cockup.
|The cairn on
Brae Fell. I was trying to hold the camera straight, honest, but
the wind won in the end...
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...
|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,