The Diarist on this trip was Nick
On this trip: Nick, Martin, Dave, Roger and Laurie (RIP) (late).
We were w
We were woken around 6:30 by mewing, scratching and general falling around by a small black bogle* in the kitchen. Kept awake by Dave's wonderful electronic alarm - I wonder whether a well-placed brick would shut it up?
Set off 8:00 then had to wait outside Laurie's house while he woke up. He wasn't keen due to all the rain and wind we'd seen on Friday night. Lots of isobars on the weather map and sleet forecast on high ground. We'll see.
Whizzed up the motorway - sunny clear morning - M61 - 9:10 - red ignition light came on - no fan belt!#
bootlaces around where the fan belt should have been, then drove slowly to the
garage next to the Tickled Trout, where a new belt was duly purchased.
Installation was rather tricky and we eventually restarted at 9:55 with a trip
Arrived in Elterwater 11:40 - a long trip. (See top photo.)
Set off 11:55. Lunch stop 12:30 after route finding difficulty. Path more or less discovered and we got moving again at 13:15, heading for Lingmoor Quarry and Brown How (Lingmoor Fell). At last a summit! (14:30)
Blustery, some hail - all wearing full waterproofs.
Some more route problems on the way. Rog went quarrying and caving. Side Pike. (15:30) Spot height 735' (now 224 metres) for ascent of Wrynose Fell to Pike of Blisco.
Again, differing opinions on the route. Laurie got his rucksack caught in a crack in the rocks. He should realise that he's not as thin as Martin.
Watched a helicopter on manoeuvres (or rescues?) on Bowfell.
Reached summit of Pike of Blisco 16:50. Dave and Rog nowhere to be seen. Decided to camp in the vicinity of Red Tarn. As we left the top we were struck by a very heavy, blustery hailstorm which we had just noticed coming across from Jack's Rake etc. Cagoules and overtrousers were donned just as there was a flash and a bang of thunder.
Lots of stinging hail, which stopped just before we pitched camp near the path by Red Tarn (17:45) 1675ft.
Laurie and Dave: moussaka 'substitute' (L forgot tin opener); apple and custard (as usual took all night to cook).
Roger: virgin (?!) and sweetcorn soup; paella (Vesta) in a new blue packet.
Martin: tea; beef risotto
Nick: paella (Oxo) - good; fruit cake; coffee.
More hailstorms. New tent (Nick's) very well behaved so far (20:00). Glad I got new batteries for torch! Distance covered - a paltry 4½ - 5 miles (ashamed to record it).
Added by Dave: "Hope I'm well pegged down."
(Back to Nick) Dave has not yet ripped his new black cords. He's very confident that they won't be rationalised (ICL jargon) by tomorrow.
Dave, Rog and Laurie [sharing Roger's new Vango Mk4 tent] made a dessert of 'coffee broth with hailstones'. It contained mince, onion, mushroom, aubergine, courgette, mixed dried veg, rice, peppers, coffee (not important), but definitely not tinned tomatoes [no tin opener]. Recipe: add the above to one pan with blown hailstones, heat and decant into cups. Serve immediately.
4:25 am, Martin retreated to the Vango. Cries of "help" as he tried to bundle his tent in. Very strong winds. Rather worried.
8:00 Cold hands > 8:30 - fun taking tents down. Roger's poles are a funny shape. Much searching for equipment. [My tent pegs etc.].
Off about 8:45. Up and over Crinkle Crags. Still very windy and sometimes hard to stay upright. Sky generally blue, but we've seen sleet/rain/hail come shooting across very quickly. Luckily managed to avoid most of these.
Stopped for food at the Bad Step, then M, D and R went through dragging rucksacks. Nick climbed up the side to take photos, and Laurie nambie-pambied around the other side.
11:05 Three Tarns, for Bowfell. No-one else around.
Bowfell. Met four others. Good views all round. Down to
13:00 - At stream at Angle Tarn. Rog is "medium knackered" so we debate whether or not to go down. Didn't go down. It rained (again).
Martin adds (September 2021)
Nick's diary entry ends at "It rained again" apart from my summary of the route that confirms our continuation of the classic round described by Tom Price in "The Big Walks", 20 miles with 2000 metres ascent, as pictured at the foot of this entry.
I've inserted a few observations into the text in blue.
I still have a vivid memory of the wind in the night continuously shifting the poles of my Karrimor wedge tent, making it assume a banana shape. So I tried to re-pitch the tent in a better position for the wind. The next thing I knew was that the pegs all came out and the tent and its contents were blowing in the wind, just like a kite, anchored only by a guy line wrapped around my right hand index finger. I managed to gather most of the stuff into Roger's tent, where the four of us squeezed in for the rest of the night, with Roger hanging on to his bending poles for dear life!
This must have been Nell's cat, we presumably spent the night at her house,
# The Cortina Estate was no longer a new car!