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Another solo outing (well, just Hughie and me) was in the offing this weekend but I decided to give the Lakes a miss and head for the dales instead. My target, I decided was that great big lump of Baugh Fell which inhabits a quite huge chunk of map space. The route which appealed to me most was following the River Rawthey, and Rawthey Gill up onto the vast plateau before a return to Uldale, a route that has already had a few reports on here so I'll try to not be too detailed.
I was the first car, not that many will be expected at the road end in Uldale on a beautiful morning with a few clumps of clag still floating about the fells. Wild boar fell in particular was being shy and hiding but fortunately Baugh Fell looked OK.
We set off up the farm road, following having to return to the car when I realised I hadn't locked it

and quite quickly decided upon a diversion. Rather than pass through the farm we headed down to the river so to follow its course for more of the way.
Howgills from Parking spot by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
A little early clag still hanging about by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Walking down trough the trees by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Although the river level was unsurprisingly quite low This decision was quickly vindicated as this is a very beautiful water course with many waterfalls as it makes a spectacular journey down from the high ground. The downside of this route was an increasing number of crossings, not a problem today, and having to clamber up the steep slopes to avoid potential struggles as it passed through wooded gorges. All of this, and messing about taking photos delayed progress considerably but it was worth it to see the quite beautiful cascades in Winn Stone Gill in particular.
First of many waterfalls by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Path above the gorge by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Back down next to the river by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Waterfalls in Whin Stone Gill by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
...and again by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
River Rawthey by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
And another waterfall by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
yes you guessed it... by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
above the gorge once again by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Looking up river by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
By the time I reached the prominent ruins by the river I was already feeling the effect of uneven underfoot conditions and many mini climbs so it was a relief to get a bit of easier ground to walk on. I continued hopping from one side of the river to the other depending where the grass looked greenest. Soon enough I reached the start of the Gill and headed off up it. In all honesty this hadn't felt like a fell walk at all up to this point and that general feel was to continue up the gentle gradient of the Gill.
Ruin by the Rawthey by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Eroded rocks in the Rawthey by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Rawthey Gill Foot by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Starting off up the Gill by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Confluence with Swere Gill by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Waterfall in Rawthey Gill by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Given the shelter from any wind and the sunshine this was hot work and it was during a stop to have a breather that I looked down and to my horror saw Hughie blissfully coating himself in a big pile of wet sheep muck
Well if you're a dog desiring of becoming incredibly smelly and dirty it's not wise to try and achieve this right next to a small plunge pool at the foot of a waterfall. Several dunkings later I had a relatively clean but very wet and annoyed West Highland Terrier. Some of you may feel sorry for Hughie but if you've ever tried sharing a car with a dog that's been rolling in s***e I'm sure you'd have done the same. Washing done I had a bite to eat before continuing up the Gill.
Unhappy dog by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Rawthey Gill by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Gill Head in sight by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
I left the Gill before the head and attempted to make a bee line for the summit. This would in ordinary circumstances be impossible but on this day the peat was bone dry and spongy and provided very nice walking up to the high point of the upland mass. Identifying the very top is nigh on impossible so a wander about close to the meeting of the walls was had before heading off following the wall. The views towards the other big fells of the Dales were very nice but the view was certainly better from the very slightly lower western top, Knoutberry Haw.
Climbing out of the Gill by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Views to Wild Boar Fell by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Some rocky ground by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Howgills peeking above the plateau by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
East Tarns by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Yorkshires Highest by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Small dog, big landscape by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Baugh Fell summit or thereabouts by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Follow the wall by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Tarn at Swarth Gill Head by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Knoutberry Haw by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Looking over to Calf Top by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Looking down to Sedburgh by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Howgills by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
The return route to the car looked very straight forward and for a while it was, nice walking over firm ground with a little trod to follow. This continued until around the area of West Baugh Fell Tarn. I stopped at the large cairn and had another bite to eat looking longingly at the firm looking trod heading west. I Wondered where it ended up but was fairly certain it wouldn't be anywhere near the car. I continued North over rough annoying terrain and soon realised I'd managed to miss the tarn completely, I briefly considered going back to find it but decided against it given the fun I had ahead.
Currick with views to WBF and Swarth Fell by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
It was probably complacency that led me into the bog, the ground had been so dry I wasn't factoring in any problems of this nature and was just attempting to make a bee line for the bridge. Perhaps the stricken sheep should have also alerted me to the potential danger but no I plodded on past it and straight into some very unpleasant ground. Bogs are bad when wet but when nearly dry they can be even worse as it closed over my boot and stuck it fast

. A brief panic later, caused by my other foot starting to sink as I wrestled with my suck foot, I turned tail and returned to the dead sheep and exited the bog to the East. Who knows how long I'd have been stuck there if I hadn't managed to extricate myself, I saw nobody else all day but given I'd left a route card with Nicola I'm sure they'd have found me eventually

wouldn't they?
Heading back to the car by
Anthony Young, on Flickr (click on pic for big version)
Arrant Haw by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Uldale by
Anthony Young, on Flickr
Once out of the clutches of the sheep killing morras It was simple enough to make my way back to the path along the river, cross over the bridge and return to the car. This was a strange fell walk in many ways with the first half not feeling like a fell walk at all. The dry conditions made the summit plateau a far more pleasant place that it probably usually is but I certainly learned a lesson on the way down about respecting the hills. Baugh Fell is not without merit but as with many I'm not sure I'll be rushing back any time soon.