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There can be few things better than spring snows in the hills, especially when they give way to a spell of settled weather. So It was with little surprise that when I arrived at Seathwaite at 9:20 on a stunning morning I ended up parked well up the road due to the masses of cars already present.
Part of the reason for this was some of the verges were very soft but also the place seemed full of ill equipped "track suit and trainer" walkers seemingly planning a trip to England's highest point. I'm not sure if there was a charity event of some sort but the numbers were quite overwhelming.
All the more strange then that the gents toilets were locked
now this would not normally be a major issue but with my usual comfort break at the Rheged centre being prevented by renovations it's safe to say that I was somewhat disgruntled by this development. I set off with the crowds up Grains Gill, a place of little cover, trying not to think about the call of nature. It was also around this time that I realised that two items I'd been determined to take, sunglasses and sunscreen where both back in my car
Taylorgill Force by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Borrowdale by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Looking up Grains Gill from Stockley Bridge by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Glaramara by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Falls in Grains Gill by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
I ploughed on regardless, with my back teeth floating
and the sight of pure white snow fields at Esk hause drawing me onwards until I managed sufficient separation between those ahead and behind me to finally find some relief
This over with I could finally start to enjoy myself and soon I was above the snow line and plodding on with microspikes as conditions were an interesting mix of everything from ice to dry rock. As I neared the top of Grains Gill the snow cover was thick deep, crisp and even, and I must admit a debt of gratitude to those who had gone before me as a nice solid trench had developed through the snow up towards Esk Hause. The huge rock face of Great End looked magnificent and with just about every step onwards more wonderful sights were revealed.
Above the snow Line by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Looking back down Borrowdale by
Anthony Young, on Flickr (click on pic for bigger version)
Snow in Springtime by
Anthony Young, on Flickr (click on pic for bigger version)
Sun and Snow by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Blessed are the Trailbreakers by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Looking towards Great Gable from Esk Hause by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Who's theGreatest? by
Anthony Young, on Flickr (click on pic for bigger version)
Esk Pike by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Skiddaw from Esk Hause by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
As it was midday the glare off the snow was starting to take its toll as I regretted my failure to remember sunglasses once again. Soon enough I found some bare ground and had a sit with the green grass providing a welcome sight amidst the dazzling white snow. I wasn't sure that I was going to complete the traverse of Glaramara at this point, I had drank more of my water than was ideal, and I was becoming concerned as to the intensity of the glare. I solved the water situation by topping up my bottle with virgin snow and decided to at least head to the top of Allen Crags.
I arrived at the summit with a stunning view to greet me, some of the finest fells in Lakeland shown beautifully in partial winter coats. I soon got chatting to a nice fellow and had a fine natter with him and his two companions before moving off as Hughie looked to make a move on there sandwiches. Turned out we just missed a fellow walk highlander in the form of martin.h, sorry I missed you, perhaps our paths may cross again someday.
Langdales and Rossett Pike by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Bowfell peeking around Esk Pike by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Shelter at Esk Hause by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Bowfell and Esk Pike by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Pike O'Blisco, Wetherlam and Bowfell by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Fun in the Snow by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Anybody who has been over the Glaramara ridge will know just how many lumps and bumps there are. A concequence of this was the mix between deep drifted snow and bare ground all the way meaning slow going at times but at least route finding was easy following the footsteps. In direct contrast to the start of the walk there were very few people about and my pace slowed with many photo stops taking in the wonderful views in the warm windless conditions. While sitting on Red Beck Top a Raven flew over my head with every wing beat being perfectly audible in the stillness. Moments like this are magical especially when your're on your own with your own thoughts.
Great Gable from Allen Crags by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Sculptured Snow and Great End by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Here in my Head by
Anthony Young, on Flickr (click on pic for bigger version)
Lingcomb Tarns by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Bowfell and High House Tarn by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Hughie by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Shoreline by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Coniston Fells by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Bowfell by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Another nice pose from Hughie by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Looking Steads by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Snow and Stone by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Drifting by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
And another Hughie shot by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Towards Landgale from Glaramara by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
I eventually reached The summit of Glaramara way later than I expected, not a problem as I was in no rush, to be greeted by the superb view down Borrowdale culminating with Derwent Water and the mighty Skiddaw. I rested again and finished off my rations before attempting to find a way down. The west side of Glaramara was covered in deep soft snow so my descent was more of a controlled fall than traditional way down. But soon enough I was headed for the last top of my day, Combe Head.
Skiddaw from Glaramara by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
The Gables from Glaramara by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
There wasn't much of a broken trail up Combe Head so for once it was largely up to me to push through the snow to the summit. We'd missed out on this the last time but being on my tod this time I wasn't going to miss the view and every step was worth it for the truly wonderful vista on offer. It was impossible not to linger for at least a few moments before floundering off the top through more deep soft snow.
Tough going by
Anthony Young, on Flickr (click on pic for big version)
Glaramara by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Coniston Fells from Combe Head by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Combe Head Panorama by
Anthony Young, on Flickr (click on pic for big version)
Hughie backed by the Coniston Fells by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Once back to the main path, or trail through the snow, things were now straightforward as we followed the ridge down to Thornythwaite Crag leaving the snow behind. There is one thing about Glaramara however and that is it's a fair distance back to Seathwaite if you follow this ridge or continue towards Rosthwaite Fell. Perhaps it's the fact that your're going in the wrong direction for a couple of miles before heading back up the valley that makes the return to the car seem endless.
Combe Head by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Combe Head Mono by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Looking back by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Thornythwaite Fell by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Borrowdale from Thornythwaite Fell by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Having a break by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Looking back up The Combe by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Trees in Borrowdale by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Hughie and I eventually arrived back at the car at least two hours later than expected both of us fairly tired but, speaking for myself, having enjoyed a fabulous day out. Not even hitting the tea time traffic through Keswick or encountering long queues in Booths while purchasing some much needed sustenance could put a dampener on things. What a day!