Tuesday 15th September 2009
was our fourth attempt to do a walk in the Shap Fells so I was
determined that on this trip we would not go home without visiting them.
Having done this walk I'm not sure we are in a great hurry to return to
them, but maybe we chose the worst walk in the book for our first visit
to this area. Bill Birkett describes the walk as: "A walk for the enthusiast
intent on treading all Lakeland Tops." Having completed the walk
I can see why. It is hard work, on predominantly pathless, ankle-breaking
terrain that switches between heather, tussocks and bogs. There was also
an extra horror for me, that will certainly make me think twice about
doing this walk again.
Start: Wet Sleddale Dam (NY 5545 1141)
Wet Sleddale Dam - Lunch House - Gray Bull - Sleddale Pike (292) -
Wasdale Pike (293) - Little Saddle Crag
Distance: 10 miles Ascent: 487 metres Time Taken: 7 hours
Terrain: Hard work, on largely pathless thick heather.
Weather: One minute sunny the next grey and windy.
Pub visited: None Ale Drunk: Bottle of Speckled Hen
Not a good start to the day. My only
phobia is snakes.
The sun lights up Seat Robert across Wet Sleddale Reservoir.
We followed these grouse butts for quite a while.
The Lunch House. It was too early for
The off-path walking started with us
leaving the vague path alongside
Looking to Wasdale Pike from Sleddale Pike's summit.
Wet Sleddale Reservoir, with the Pennines in the distance.
Looking across Tongue Rigg to Seat Robert, from Sleddale Pike.
Heading across to Wasdale Pike on terrain that was fairly typical of most of the walk.
Wasdale Pike's summit. We had lunch here
in the sunshine listening to
Looking across to Branstree and Harter Fell.
Looking in a southerly direction to what I assume are the Howgills.
Great Saddle Crag, our next summit.
From Wasdale Pike we had enjoyed following
a vague path but in order to reach Little Saddle Crag
Looking from Little Saddle Crag to Great Saddle Crag.
From Great Saddle Crag even more bog-hopping led us to the rather bare summit of Ulthwaite Rigg.
Wet Sleddale seems a long off, from the final summit of the day.
Eventually we reached the bridge over
Mosedale Beck. We sat here having one of those:
Looking down the 'wrong valley' with High Wether Howe on the right.
Tongue Rigg turns golden as the sun starts to fade.
Wet Sleddale Hall, from here we followed
the clear path to the ford, where we both got a boot-full of water
As we reached the track alongside Wet
Sleddale Reservoir a plane appeared overhead.
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