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I awoke feeling the effects of yesterdays walk, my knees in particular were aching badly but it can be amazing just what the effect of a sunny clear and frosty morning can have on a fell walkers body. This combined with the recuperative effects of a 'Full English' breakfast saw me raring to go. When I originally booked the BnB the targets that immediately came to mind were the two remaining Hewitts that had eluded me on my Lakeland wanderings; Hobcarton Crag and Iron Crag. I decided the fairly narrow and steep ridges of the North Western Fells were best left alone in these conditions so it was Iron Crag, above the snow line but very benign that was to be the objective of the days walk.
I headed over to Ennerdale, possibly my favorite Lakeland valley, and parked up at Bleach Green on what was a truly magnificent morning. In order to make climbing what in all honesty looked a fairly dull hill, more entertaining I'd decided to climb Crag Fell via the pinnacles on the North face and then move onto Iron Crag from there. This would also enable me to take in the view from Crag Fell which looked wonderful from photographs I'd seen but was about 10 yards of misty grayness when I'd been there last.
I set off along the Lakeside path, marveling at the perfect reflections of this glorious place before quickly taking the grassy trod off up Anglers Crag. Soon enough I reached the modest top with small cairn to take in breathtaking views for such a modest eminence. The peace an tranquility were soon dashed however when the distant barking of dogs became closer and revealed itself as a pack of local fox hounds out for a morning run. They were thankfully sans toffs on horseback with just a few gamekeeper types attempting, largely in vain, to keep them going roughly in the same direction. I'm no fan of fox hunting it must be said but for all their exuberance the hounds ignored me and Hughie totally and the gamekeepers exchanged a friendly hello when I passed.
The Weir at Ennerdale by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Refelctions by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Herdus and Bowness Knot by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Knock Murton by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Pinnacles from the climb up Anglers Crag by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Anglers Crag Summit by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
High Stile Ridge by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Looking back from Anglers Crag by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Ennerdale from Anglers Crag by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Having taken in the vista I set off to find my way up to the, very obvious from here, pinnacles. I took the lower trod initially till I was just about directly below them before cutting back on myself on another rising trod that took me to the start of the grassy rake that made a bee line for my next target. (please note my GPS trail is a best guess of my route so do not use it to follow) It was when approaching from this angle that I noticed they looked like a scaled down Pillar Rock, in fact even old AW himself noted the similarity from certain angles of Crag Fell and it's far grander neighbor up the valley. This is a superb spot and I happily snapped away forgetting all about my dodgy knees for a while before reluctantly moving off.
On the way up to the Pinnacles by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Gaining hight by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
A Mini Pillar Rock by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Looking down past the Pinnacles by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
More Pinnacles by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
....and again by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Looking back by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
To get back to the main path up Crag Fell a narrow trod traverses the steep hillside, once again reminiscent of parts of Pillar before Revelin Crag is rounded and a steady smooth grassy path takes you to the summit. The view did not disappoint so I decided to have an early lunch. Deciding upon a drink of Coffee turned out to be a poor decision. I normally drink from straight from the flask but as it seamed really quite hot I poured myself some in the lid. I then carefully placed this on a rock and put the flask likewise between my legs. I then subsequently knocked the cup over while going for a drink and in attempting to save it knocked the flask over sending my coffee flooding out onto the ground. Oh dear, what I silly billy! I uttered (or something like that I can't quite recall)
Traverse Path by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Sunlit Tree against Ennerdale by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Main route up Crag Fell by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Gap in the Crags by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Crag Fell Summit by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Close up of Pillar and friends by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Ennerdale from Crag Fell by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
I finished up lunch, cursing myself, and headed off down towards the now denuded forestry land. This place was quite spooky in the mist last time but on a glorious sunny day it just looks a mess. There is some reforesting going on down the valley, natural species I think, but here things look plain nasty, another fine mess left by man for nature to sort out. Leaving it all behind I crossed the stile and followed the wall up to the first gate. I didn't know if there were any more gates so I went through it and started on the steady pull up Iron Crag. Soon enough I hit the snow line to find that although the snow had a crust on it it wasn't capable of holding my weight so each step was made all the harder. Hughie meanwhile, when he had enough sense not to follow my footsteps was scampering happily on the surface. Fortunately I only encountered one patch of really deep stuff, up to the thigh, with the depth mostly being about a foot so I wasn't too wrecked once I got to the small summit cairn. It was surprisingly warm and I sat with just a tee-shirt and open thicker shirt on and took in the grand view. I'm really not sure why AW decided to give a chapter to Caw Fell, just a sprawling mass with almost no re-ascent required from Haycock it's own chapter while Iron Crag, not exciting but a far more defined fell was included as no more that a ridge route between Crag Fell and said Caw Fell. As I pondered on this and other things a cool breeze started up so I donned my fleece and followed my foot steps back down.
Hitting the snow line by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Grasmoor and friends by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Hughie larking about by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Towards Grasmoor by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
The Ennerdale Wall by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
High Crag and Pillar with the Helvellyn Ridge through the gap by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Pillar, Steeple and Scoat Fell by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Iron Crag summit view by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Haycock by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Looking towards Caw Fell by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
There were several options from Iron Crag for getting back to the car. In an ideal world I'd have carried on to the col with Caw Fell and dropped down to Ennerdale via Silvercove Beck but given I had no knowledge of just what walls I'd have to cross or what the terrain would be like I decided against it. On my way back down I came across another gamekeeper with a herd of manic Border Terriers in tow who asked me if I'd seen any hounds up there. Apparently they'd lost a few (not a surprise) and had had reports that some had bolted as far a Mellbreak. I informed him that I'd seen none since earlier (or footprints for that matter) and trudged tiredly onto the col between Crag Fell and Grike.
I stood at the stile looking at the gentle half a mile to Grike summit, looked down at a tired Hughie and decided the best thing about having completed the Wainwrights was being able to say not today thanks and set off back to the car. It was a nice walk back, passing the impressive Ben Gill and through some lovely woodland before tiredly getting back to Bleach Green.
Back down below the snow by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Ben Gill by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Given our lack of fitness it had been a hard few days, but the weather had made it all so worthwhile, atmospheric conditions on Saturday and a simply stunning day today. I pledged to myself to try and never leave a visit to Lakeland so long again.