The wild night out bit depends on what you mean by "wild camping". Up until a few weeks ago, I, like many other walkers, thought wild camping meant lugging your tiny one man tent plus food, plus bed, plus cooker etc, to somewhere remote and preferably very high up, with a beck or small lake for water. You then enjoy the sunset, and sleep with nothing but a bit of canvas (sometimes no canvas) between you and the "wild" which usually means wind, rain and snow. You could do it in the summer of course, but some walkers seem to like making life difficult for themselves. So there you go - wild camping.
Apparently there is another type of wild camping - for the motorhome owner, wild camping means stopping for the night in a location that is not a campsite. You find a sheltered layby or parking area, away from houses, not on private land, and without "no overnight camping" signs. You then have to make do without the benefit of an electric hook up, toilet blocks and running water. So there you go, that's wild camping.
|Hedge Woundwort growing near our "wild camp"|
But of course, in your motorhome you'll have your gas cooker, your gas fridge, loads of water, a battery full of electric, a cupboard full of food, solid metal and glass between you and the weather and you didn't have to carry anything anywhere. Some motorhomes are so luxurious the owners may as well be at home in front of the tele. For me, this is not wild camping, but I have to accept the term applies.
So, bearing all this in mind, me in himself went "wild camping". We took the campervan to a secluded car park in the Lake District and stopped there for the night. It was a bit of an experiment to be honest, testing whether or not we could pull it off, and I am pleased to say we successfully mastered the problems of using a portaloo. I won't go into details but there have been "lessons learnt".
We arrived at our planned overnight stop at the base of this little hill around 2 o'clock. The idea was to go for a short walk, stay at the car park overnight, and make our way to Wasdale, just a couple of miles away, in the morning.
So, having explained all that, I'll get back to the walk up Irton Pike.
Booted up, we set off to find the path Peter had chosen for the ascent. As usual, he chose the most direct route which of course is straight up. We couldn't find the path at first, the trees and bracken hid it from the main path we were walking on, but after a couple of double backs we started up, making our way through spiky little pine trees and bracken.
It was quite a steep climb, but it's only a little hill, and it didn't take too long before we got to the top.
|View from the top of Irton Pike. Seatallan, Middle Fell, Yewbarrow, Kirk Fell and Great Gable on the left side of Wast Water, Irton Fell and Whin Rigg to the right.|
|Watch out for velociraptors!|
Campervans are dead handy things to have. First thing we did was put the kettle on.
Tomorrow is going to be hotter than today and we are going for the summit of Great Gable. Let's hope the heat doesn't wear us out before we get there.