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A long, testing circuit; certainly my hardest walk in the North Pennines and perhaps one of the toughest Hewitt days of all (that feeling might just be age, or tricks of the memory, but it probably isn't…). I've had a lot of those now – most of them really good – and after this there is at most one more left.
A note on the Warcop range logistics that affect this area: Mickle Fell should only be accessible on certain dates (
https://www.gov.uk/government/publications/warcop-access-times), with an advance permit and only by two strict routes – basically the boundary-fence line from the north (as here) or south. Officially you start the process by sending them an actual letter, stamp and all, but it goes modern after that with friendly exchanges of email – you might want to allow 2-3 weeks for it all to get done though. You're also meant to call the guardroom as you enter/leave the restricted area, but (as noted by almost everyone) there's no phone signal anywhere so I think you can presume that they might be used by now to not getting
all of those calls. Some others report not going through the rigmarole (and the two other people I saw up there – judged by their routes, before and after – certainly weren't strictly following all the rules) but it isn't really too difficult to do it the right way, so why not?
Many of the reports on Walkhighlands give useful guidance for others that might want to head the same way, but please treat this as an exception – and
do not take this way up Meldon Hill! After a lovely remote drive in to Cow Green and good views of the hills over the (half-arid) reservoir, the way around the west end of the water is rushy and little-trodden, and then the crossing of the unbridged Tees not straightforward. It's fairly wide and fast-flowing even after a drought summer, and it took me about 300m upstream to find a just-passable series of rocks to cross on; at a wet time it could be a lot further than that. Unsurprisingly there's then nothing like a path for the compass-led slog south through deep virgin heather and very uneven ground up Meldon Hill, not nearly so green and tempting up-close as it looked over the water earlier. The odd faint ATV track just goes straight across the line of ascent and doesn't help at all; it's just a long, sweaty and very slow climb. The golf-ball on Great Dun Fell was very visible and looked a lot closer than the 4+ miles I thought it should be; fears of hitting the high ground off-target happily assuaged by a near bullseye on the summit. And it's actually alright up there, even quite nice – big clear views, firm grass and a bit of rock.
- A dry Cow Green Reservoir
- Meldon Hill
- Crossing the Tees
- Pathlessly up to Meldon Hill
- High Cup from Meldon Hill summit
- Knock Fell to Cross Fell
- Round Hill & Burnhope Seat
- Chapelfell Top over Cow Green
The way down to the Pennine Way is much easier, and not just because downhill – grass (if quakingly spongey in places) more than heather, and now the ATVs go the right way to help out. This is plainly the more sensible and popular way up Meldon Hill from Cow Green. For most of the descent I'd been looking out for the one fence up Mickle Fell ahead that would signal the right way, but I don't think it (a thin wiry affair) can be seen from distance; I just took the best ground down to Maize Beck and ended up with a bit of a shoreline slog along to the right place. No bridge again but this is an easier crossing (perhaps still impossible in spate). Since there should only be one way up and it's a fairly major hill, you might expect a path to have formed, but there's still only really a faint trodden line up, through rushes, hags, a little proper bog, and about 3 or 4 rocks in total (but still far easier than Meldon Hill had been). The fence is adorned with numbered (army?) signs, counting down from 16 to 1, and at first these are quite inspiring ('sign 12, already a quarter done!') . The truth sinks in soon though, and be warned that sign 1 is nowhere near the summit, probably only halfway-ish. It's a long slog…
- Meldon Hill descent
- Ahead to Mickle Fell
- Back to Meldon Hill from the fence line
The top though is an oasis, a plateau of proper grass and a long clear path east to the well-cairned summit. And a couple of people! - the first in four hours of walking on a bank holiday Sunday. This felt quite momentous – the last of the county summits, and the penultimate Hewitt. I climbed about half of them (and all the Welsh) in an enthusiastic year's binge, but the 11 years since have been a steady grind, as other walking plans have taken over picking up the last few Pennine lumps. I had a good view across to Little Fell, the missing one of the 316 – it didn't look that far and the going seemed no worse than earlier, but there just felt no temptation at all. The rules were in the way (even if others have taken the off-limits detour), but so were heavy legs from Meldon Hill, and some of the day had already felt more duty than pleasure. There are ways to climb Little Fell, including one niche official way, but they don't seem that tempting and it might take me a long while to get to it, if ever. 315 (including hundreds of good ones worth revisiting) isn't that bad a total in itself…
- Little Fell from Mickle Fell
- Lune Head Moss
- Cow Green from Mickle Fell
- The summit cairn
- Mickle Fell east ridge
Dutifully then, and sticking to the rules, back down the same fence, in about half the time it took to go up, the signs no longer a deception and quite encouraging. The mapped bridleway above Maize Beck to the Moss Shop is visible on the ground from a way off and not too hard to follow, tyre-tracks and then lines of posts, and then – finally – there are solid paths for the last three miles or so home, undulating through green Birkdale and then (amid sudden crowds) on the reservoir road.
- Back towards Meldon Hill again
- Mickle Fell from Moss Shop
- Birkdale
- Falcon Clints
- The Tees below Cow Green
Fourteen miles over mainly rough and remote ground grants a certain sense of achievement, but also relief at its end. And also a relief, I'm afraid, that there will be almost no more time in the North Pennine hills to come – I felt I'd earnt a few good days back on a coast-path somewhere...