This was a long weekend at the excellent Holly How Youth Hotel in Coniston, tackling the Langdale Pikes on the Friday, and the Old Man of Coniston on the Saturday. After an early rendezvous at Burton-in-Kendal services on the M6, we drove on to start our walk from the National Trust car park at the Old Dungeon Ghyll, which is free if you have an NT membership card (worth knowing, in light of the swinging tariff at the public car park at New Dungeon Ghyll).
Here we are at the start of the walk, just above the Old Dungeon Ghyll.

Langdale was looking rather nice under crisp snow. In my mind I always liken the head of Langdale to the Breithorn and Matterhorn at the head of the Zermatt valley: on the right there is Bowfell, a pointy and photogenic peak, and here on the left, Crinkle Crags' imitation of a multi-summited Alpine monster.

The peaks of Langdale rose all around into a cobalt-blue sky - ahead of us was Whitegill Crags, part of the undulating ridge that rises towards Blea Rigg.

We followed the Pike How route, a well-constructed path of laid stones. The repaired paths here are a tribute to their builders and help prevent the Langdales looking like a scarred mess. Perhaps the repairs are funded by that swinging tariff I mentioned.

Below us, a drumlin in the valley bottom caught the sun

While above us, the path rose towards the grand outline of Harrison Stickle.

We took a breather, to admire the frowning face of Pavey Ark. Does anyone ever look at this cliff face and not try to trace the line of Jack's Rake?

Soon we had a view onto the depths of the upper Dungeon Ghyll ravine. Thorn Crag is on the left.

We entered the portals of the ravine, an ominous, Lord-of-the-Rings type place. There was a view ahead through the defile of Pike o'Stickle, but we were too busy looking where to put our feet to admire it fully. We'd put it off until now... bit it was definitely time to sit down and put on the crampons.

Onwards, the narrow bit of the path above the Dungeon Ghyll canyon alternated between awkward steps of hard ice and gullies full of deep unstable snow... we had definitely put the crampons on at the right time!

We were soon past the worst though. This is the view looking back down the ravine.

Beyond the ravine we entered Harrison Combe, the strange, shallow upland hollow surrounded by the Pikes. We braced ourselves against the strong winds which were blasting towards us from the tundra-like High Raise plateau, and headed across the valley toward the odd, almost comical dome of Pike o'Stickle.

A view down Pike o'Stickle's deep gully famed for its Neolithic stone axes - see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Langdale_axe_industry. The skyline is Wetherlam, Black Sails, Swirl How, Great Carrs, Pike o'Blisco, Dow Crag, Grey Friar and the rocky tors of Cold Pike.

The final scramble to the summit of Pike o'Stickle.

Bowfell from the gully near the summit.

The dinky summit cairn.

A brooding view of Pike o'Blisco and the Coniston Fells from the summit. Pike o'Blisco is special to me: it's the first Lakeland hill I climbed, and the first climb I did solo (before that , I had persuaded my rather reluctant father to accompany me to the top of Cnicht, and then the Glyders).

Looking down on Loft Crag and Langdale.

We then headed back into Harrison Combe under wintry skies.

After a short climb we reached the rocky summit of Harrison Stickle.

The south summit gives an excellent view of Great Langdale and Windermere. A favourite early writer of mine, H. Symonds, said something like "people decry Langdale because it has no lake - they forget that it has a ten-mile long lake, if you know where to look for it."

The wind at the top of Harrison Stickle was numbing - not a place to linger. We headed away from the summit, with Arctic scenes around us. The skyline here is Scafell Pike, Esk Pike (Rossett Pike below it), Great End, Allen Crags, the Gables, something that might be Robinson or Dale Head, Glaramara and the Grasmoor group.

We were soon looking down on Stickle Tarn. We looked down at the route which descends direct to the tarn, but it was uninviting - steep and covered in deep soft snow.

We decided to keep to the higher ground, and add Pavey Ark to our walk instead. The hinterland of Pavey Ark's summit is an undulating place of rocky knobbles and little ponds.

The last little clamber to the rocky summit. High Raise and Sergeant Man can be seen on the left skyline, with Helvellyn in the clouds over to the right.

Pavey Ark summit. The wind was less brutal here and we spent some time admiring the scenery.

Looking down from the summit to Stickle Tarn.

A view of the fells around Grasmere. The left-to-right skyline is Dollywaggon Pike, St. Sunday Crag, Seat Sandal, Cofa Pike and Fairfield, Hart Crag, Great Rigg and Dove Crag, with probably High Street in shadow beyond it. The prominent little ridge in the middle distance is Gibson Knott and Helm Crag.

We descended down the steep ramp just behind the cliff edge, called "North Rake" by Wainwright. This turned out to be choked with deep, collapsing snow and was the hardest part of the whole day, with a number of tricky downward steps. But eventually we reached the shore of Stickle Tarn, which reflected the late afternoon sky.

The stony path down to the New Dungeon Ghyll was largely iced-up, and we kept the crampons on until we were nearly back in the valley. A last look back at Harrison Stickle...

All in all, a superb winter day among some classic Lakeland scenery!