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With Grace being away with her Grandma and Nicola unable to get the day off work I was left with a rare day all to myself. I’d long since wanted to have a wander in the Howgills so me and Hughie set off bright and early for these often overlooked hills. I parked up close to the Cross Keys Inn (first car there) and set off excited by what lay ahead. The local farmer and his family were out doing farming stuff and they proved to be the last people I saw for the next five and a half hours.
The tops were in cloud as I made my way up the initially gentle ascent following Cautley Holme Beck but as it was early I was fairly confident it would lift. Soon enough England’s highest waterfall came into view. Caultey Spout must be one of the least known treasures of the English countryside, if it were a few miles East in the Lakes or West in three peaks country it would be famous, as it is many people will never have heard of it.
- Cautley Spout
The gentle gradient doesn’t last for long and once the path comes alongside the falls it becomes a strenuous pull up the edge of the 600feet of plunge pools and cascades.
With the sun occasionally breaking through and no wind reaching the path it was hot work on a humid morning.
- Top of the falls and Cautley Crag
Several rests later the top of the falls was reached and I was presented with a choice of following the clear path up Swere Gill or taking the path along the top of Cautley Crag.
This was a no brainer to be honest so the beck was crossed and I followed the faint path that follows the edge of the precipice getting fine views along the way.
- Cautley Holme Beck from the top of the crags
- View back to Yarlside
For some reason rather than continue along the edge I decided to cross the boggy wasteland of Great Dummacks which seriously restricts views for a while.
The early cloud had lifted by now but it was very overcast by the time I reached the first Hewitt of the day. Views to the South and West were good from Calders but would be better on a totally clear day.
- Calders summit
The path to the Calf couldn’t be more obvious and I charged off glad of the breeze that was blowing across the tops. That wind was all I could hear as even the sheep just looked and scampered off a causing no more than a gentle rustling through the tussocky grass. The lonely white trig point that marks the top of the Calf is reached after around fifteen minutes walking and I had another decision to make as to bag Fell End or not.
- Trig point on The Calf
On the map the walk to Fell End looks a simple couple of miles by in large it is although the drop down to Windscarth Wyke and up to Breaks Head gets the blood pumping.
I was fairly hungry when I reached the top so even though it was still quite early me and Hughie had lunch while watching the cars zoom along the M6 far below. Fell Head has fine views although today it was very gloomy towards the Lakes.
- Sun starting to break through
- Hughie checks out Fell End summit cairn
- Fell end in shadow
- Typical Howgill's scenery
I retraced my steps back towards the Calf but veered off on the trod that traverses to the North of the trig point. This joins up with the excellent path that I was on earlier as it heads towards Bowderdale. The way then deteriorates becoming increasingly lose and stony and, as you descend the next target of the day, Yarlside grows bigger ahead of you with every step. By the time I’d left the main path and followed a grassy trod down to Bowderdale Head my feet were burning so I took off my boots and socks and had a period of quiet contemplation in this most peaceful of locations. While descending I had decided upon a line up the steep pathless slopes of Yarlside but any sensible plans ended up out of the window as I chose to follow up the South side of a nameless gill towards the col between Yarlside’s two tops. If you take anything from reading this report let it be the advice to climb this hill by a different line than I did. The climb became an interminable struggle over rough tussocks of grass with hidden holes and rocks aplenty. By the time the ground improved and levelled off towards the summit I was utterly knackered and spending as much time admiring the view to Cautley Spout as making forward progress.
- Caultey Spout from the ascent of Yarlside
By the time I reached the small summit cairn of Yarlside it all became worth it. The sun was now out and the views were fantastic. Out of the four Hewitts I visited on this walk this was my favourite even taking the sunshine into account. Any thoughts of bagging Randygill Top left my head at this point as I had neither the energy or water for another sustained climb.
- View East from Yarlside
- View South with Ingleborough in the centre
- View down Bowderdale from Yarlside
I sat on the cairn with my boots off and scoffed the last of my rations admiring the sublime sights on offer. After about fifteen minutes I turned to see the tops of Fell End and the Calf had been covered in low cloud so I decided to get going again. I considered the direct route south but remembered reading Colgregg’s report where he followed the path to the east of the hill above Blackside Beck. It sounded nice so I walked north for a while before dropping very steeply down grass and scree to Saddle.
- Kensgriff
- Path above Blackside Beck
From here it was a fairly simple walk back to the car but I had several rests because it was beautiful and the warm humid day had taken its toll. It was during one of these rests my reverie was disturbed by a rapid “phutt, phutt, phutt” noise. I turned to see a couple of sheep chewing grass behind me. So it is official, the Howgills are so quiet you can hear a sheep break wind.

I descended the lovely grassy slopes of Ben End before finally seeing other human beings for the first time since I left the car in the last few hundred yards.
- A last look back to the falls
A terrific first visit to the lonely Howgills that more that lived up to their reputation as largely ignored hills. I will most definitely be returning for another visit in the future.
