It started with an intent and purpose. It started with three men, a dog, and me meeting in Braithwaite at 9 am to do the Coledale Round. The three men (and the dog) wanted to tackle all the highest and most difficult peaks in passing while they were at it, I would probably not. So off we set up Grisedale Pike. Trouble is, the four of them (including the dog) were like young whippets. Me? I was more like a worn out, over tired, grey old mongrel.
|Looking over Braithwaite near the start of the walk|
So we had a parting of the ways, cos I told them that I couldn't do it and I was gonna turn round at the top of the next ridge. (Sleek How on the way up to Grisedale Pike by the way). A quick goodbye, and off they went at their speed, and off I jolly well pottered at mine.
Thing is, now the pressure was off, I did exactly that. I jolly well pottered. I pottered around at the bottom of Sleek How, taking pictures, looking around and looking up at the final stretch to Grisedale Pike. It didn't look that hard to be honest. I mean, I was here now, and it would be stupid not to.
|Looking Sleek How to Grisedale Pike|
|The big lump of Grasmoor centre left, Little Sand Hill in the middle, and pointy Hopegill Head centre right|
|Looking down the valley of Hobcarton. Ladyside Pike on the left.|
|Whiteside on the right|
|Eel Crag ahead, or is that above?|
As I set off, I met a really lovely couple, who chatted away and kept me company for a bit. Before you know it I was on top of High Crag.... Huh?
|From High Crag - looking over Coledale. Blencathra, Skiddaw and chums dead ahead|
|Buttermere can just be seen beyond Sail Beck|
|From Outerside, looking down past Stile End, Barrow and beyond. Great Mell Fell in the distance.|
|Oh my. Just lovely.|
|My last little potter|
Next weekend it's Blencathra. Now that is gonna be fun............