|This one was taken by Peter|
|I love the shape of Yewbarrow|
We locked up the van and set off on our way. Or at least we thought we'd locked up the van. What we'd actually done was left the side door wide open, with all our belongings and valuables exposed to anyone who fancied helping themselves. Obviously we didn't know about it (or what happened as a result), until we got back. Blissfully ignorant, we made our way along the path towards Great Gable.
|Looking back at Yewbarrow|
|Wast Water from the summit of Great Gable|
And I am sure it was, if we'd have gone that way. But we didn't, we ended up following a track which took us just North of White Napes, and then onto an extensive scree slope. And we weren't the only ones. Behind us came families and groups, all looking for the way down, and all facing this long, and very wide slide of loose stone.
|You can just see the start of the scree slope in the foreground of this picture.|
Another walker passed by, sliding and skidding like it was the most normal thing in the world, using the scree to move faster downhill. I tried to copy his movement, but I was rubbish at it, and all I got for my efforts were stones in my boots! What made this all the worse was Peter. He'd learnt how to scree ski and had thoroughly enjoyed himself all the way down. And there he was, down at the bottom, sat waiting for me with a big grin on his face because he'd had such a brilliant time. I looked daggers at him as I slipped and skidded, slowly and unsurely to reach him. When I finally got there, his first words were, "That was fun, can we do it again...............?"
I didn't answer.
Once we'd got past the scree, we followed a steep grassy path down to the base of the mountain. My toes were hurting, and in the end I took my boots off. The grass felt lovely and cool beneath my feet. Sadly I had to put the boots back on when the path levelled out and became gravelled and rocky. We got to the car park where we could see all the people who'd chosen the scree route. We were all covered top to toe in scree dust and looked as mucky as miners.
|Nearly at the bottom|
Another brilliant day despite the scree. I have decided that I must learn how to scree ski, and then maybe I won't feel such a wuss or look like I've been chewing a wasp the next time I come down one of those slopes.
|Our path downwards leads from Great Gable to just North of White Napes. Happy Scree Skiing everyone.|