Saturday, 16 October 2010
Thursday, 14 October 2010
Tuesday 12 October 2010 - A Great British Ridge Walk - Number 23 – A Deepdale Circuit – Fairfield via Birks and St Sunday Crag and descent via Hart Crag and the Hartsop above How Ridge
Rick and Stuart, both recently retired from their all consuming careers, are enjoying regular walks in the Lake District. They are following routes described in Bill Birkett’s brilliant work, ‘Complete Lakeland Fells’. Today’s choice was ‘FAR 1’ – the Deepdale Horseshoe in an anti-clockwise direction, whereas Bill’s ‘Great British Ridge Walk No 23’ covers almost the same ground in the opposite direction. Our chosen route actually included a couple of tops (‘Birketts’) not incorporated in route 23.
Descending from Kirkstone Pass towards Ullswater, we came upon a cloud inversion that saw us starting off from the Patterdale Hotel at 9.45am in mist.
In his youth, Rick was a class act on the running track. He had forgotten that this was not a contest and set off at a burning pace up Arnison Crag. This didn’t last – we took nearly 2.5 hours longer than Bill’s 5.25 hour estimate for this walk.
Our early speed did however extract us quickly from the mist, which continued to blanket Ullswater for most of the day. Here, Rick and Stuart approach the 433 metre (1422 ft) summit of Arnison Crag.
It was truly wonderful, with blue skies above and mist lingering in the valleys on this windless day. We were soon down to t-shirts for the lumpy path to Trough Head and the subsequent steep ascent to our second summit, Birks – 622 metres (2040 ft).
Hand towels would have been welcome – we were all dripping in the heat. Luckily the gradient eased as we continued towards our third and fourth summits, Gavel Pike – 784 metres (2572 ft) – on the left – and St Sunday Crag – 841 metres (2758 ft) – centre.
Mist over Ullswater and to the east gave head-turning views, so we made slow progress. Strange that the mist-shrouded views seemed more eye-catching than the normal views in which the lakes and valleys would be visible.
Once on the main trod from Grisedale we encountered quite a few folk on St Sunday Crag, beyond which we enjoyed a leisurely lunch amongst some kamikaze, non-biting flies. Grisedale Tarn now lay ahead, with the Helvellyn massif to our right. Beyond, Seat Sandal and the high peaks of the Lake District, with the distinctive bobble of Great Gable on the far horizon (to the right of the image below).
I’ve discovered that I was here 25 years ago to the day, on a Helvellyn/St Sunday Crag round from Patterdale. Apparently I was too tired to go up Fairfield on that occasion!
After encountering a large group we enjoyed the scrambly (direct) ascent of our fifth summit, Cofa Pike – 823 metres (2700 ft). Views opened out in the dazzling sunlight. We spent some time with the 1:40,000 BMC map laid out before us, identifying hills far and wide – as wide as Grisedale Pike, anyway.
A short final scramble took us directly to the summit, our sixth, of Fairfield – 873 metres (2863 ft).
This was the high point of the day in more ways than one. The Coniston hills were revealed in the distance, their upper reaches shimmering in the sunshine whilst mist concealed their base. The lakes of Coniston and Windermere languished below, partly obscured by a thin veneer of mist. (See link to slide show below.)
There were now quite a few folk around. Everyone was chatty and jolly. It was that sort of day. Between Fairfield and our seventh summit, Hart Crag – 822 metres (2698 ft), our ‘Deepdale Horseshoe’ route coincided with the ‘Fairfield Horseshoe’, a route from Ambleside. So it’s a path I know well, but I don’t remember having enjoyed such stunning weather up here.
We lingered on Hart Crag, reluctant to lose a significant portion of the view.
Eventually we turned ENE with the sun on our backs and set our sights on the Hartsop above How Ridge, with Place Fell and the summits of High Street laid out in the distance.
Gill Crag, on the Hartsop above How Ridge, 582 metres (1909 ft), our eighth summit, provided an excellent spot to drain our flasks and finish the shortbread.
Further on, we hardly noticed the ninth and final lump on our route, Gale Crag, 512 metres (1680 ft). There was lots of this [subsequently identified] Fir Clubmoss (Huperzia selago), looking very healthy on the Hartsop slopes.
The day’s heat had finally dispersed the mist, but the low sun provided a lovely mellow light for the rest of our descent to Patterdale. We really didn’t want to finish this walk, but we had to get home at some point, unlike the gent we had met on Hart Crag who was sensibly planning to stay high and camp at Grisedale Tarn.
However, we couldn’t resist a pint of nectar before leaving…
…we didn’t encounter any traffic problems – the ‘rush hour’ was long gone.
A slide show (55 images) is here.
The day’s route, executed exactly as suggested by Bill Birkett in his ‘FAR 1’ route, is shown below. It was about 15km with 1100 metres ascent and took 7.5 hours – a very leisurely pace was adopted once we had burst out of the mist into the sunshine above Patterdale.
Tuesday, 12 October 2010
Monday, 11 October 2010
This year Robert’s foot prevented his continuing efforts to finish this annual event in under three hours, so it was just Alastair and I (the former after a break of six years) who started on a sunny Sunday morning from near the hamlet of Sowerby Bridge.
It was a lovely day, but difficult to concentrate on that fact as we pedaled along, often in single file down muddy tracks. It was indeed muddy, but not as excessively so as in some earlier years, when it has been virtually impossible to pedal over Midgley Moor in particular. This year I seemed to have retained some bike fitness from August’s Transalp trip, so I only needed to push at one point – the short ascent up to the Midgley Moor track – though others seemed to be doing a lot of pushing hereabouts. It was a bit sticky.
I’d stayed near Al and waited for him at the food and drink stations until about 15+ miles, so could have gone faster, but still managed a respectable 3 hours 18 minutes, only just outside my previous best. Al came in a bit later in 3 hours 29 minutes, but that was a pretty good personal best considering he does very little cycling. Our bikes were two of very few without suspension – I certainly saw no others at the finish – and we probably lost about ten minutes to those who could descend more safely at a fast speed. But we did our best and enjoyed the morning.
The rocky descent to Mytholmroyd was more enjoyable this year as more people were cycling it, though some were presenting obstacles to be cycled around!
Here’s the scene at the finish.
And here’s Alastair coming in 201st out of 325 finishers.
The winner took an impressive 1 hour 58 minutes, and another 172 folk finished before I did. The last person finished in 6 hours 3 minutes, long after we’d returned home to our hot baths.
I took a camera but failed to get it out en route, though one of the photographers on Midgley Moor should have a good shot of my bike rearing up behind me as I lost concentration (the photographer put me off) and narrowly avoided a nose dive into a deep bog!
A very jolly event, well organised and supported, and really enjoyable on a sunny day like this one. Excellent.
Oscar is growing up. Today he managed the three mile walk from Sale Water Park to Timperley.
Unfortunately he fell into the canal.
He survived the ordeal, but we found it so hilarious that we failed to record the incident on ‘film’.
Rick and I spent nearly two hours in the car, reaching Bank Top camp site at Fenny Bentley on time at 9.30.
Here we joined JJ, “Millie” (aka Gill), Viv and Mick, who had all set off along The Limestone Way, starting in Rocester, on Thursday afternoon.
We enjoyed a very leisurely stroll, involving a long tea break at Tissington, a long lunch in a pleasant meadow, and extensive views of a Peak District rather gloomier atmospherically than it had been a couple of days earlier. [A full report on that will follow.]
Our peaceful amble was jolted out of Lassitude when Gayle leapt over a stile from the direction of Grangemill. Having worked all week, she was exhibiting ‘Saturday morning syndrome’, bouncing around like a demented hairdresser.
Nevertheless, a shortcut was required in order to reach the Miners Standard at Winster by 4.45pm. This was fortunate for me, enabling a return home to Timperley in time to change for dinner!
Gayle’s take on the day is here.
My photos, for what they are worth, are here.
And the 21 km route, with 650 metres ascent, taking us a very leisurely 6.8 hours (well, most participants had large packs and encountered much difficulty with the many stiles, and the queues to pass through them created by our large group of seven meant that we took ‘ages’).