- The start
The tarmac'd Pennine Way was a pleasure even in the fog and a quick nosy round the Station.
- The Golf Ball was almost invisible until 50 yards away
We did 360 degrees as we couldn't climb the fence surrounding the far side so finished up at the entrance again and off we went to Little Dun Fell along the beautiful paved path. We were walking straight into the wind and it was cold, a far cry from the previous Sunday of 22 degrees.
- Mick, Jeremy and Chris, Little Dun Fell
The paved path may upset the purists amongst us, but from the evidence of the regrowth around it and the numbers of hardy types who walk it, I think it's a 'good thing' and in any case you can rattle along at a fair old gallop!
So on to Cross Fell and the highest point of the day, reached after about an hour and a stop for a brew and a butty and a prayer for the cloud to lift. You'll have noted the date and sure enough about ten minutes after we had left the summit heading for Greg's Hut.
- Mick and Chris Heading for the hut
The mist lifted and a clear blue sky silhouetted Cross Fell perfectly, just a shame we weren't on the summit to appreciate the views
Undeterred we hit the Pennine Way and soon reached Greg's Hut (an MBA hotel). An inspection made us realise what a life saver this would be in a winter's storm and a donation was left. The Visitors book revealed that 'Oliver and his Dad' had been there the night before and had a great time,hope you had a good trip lads!
Our next objective was Bullman Hills, which involved a left turn off the 'Way' and down then up to a pair of bumps, which looked man made but on reaching the southern hill had a fine view of Cross Fell and most of the surrounding countryside.
- Southern Bullman Hill
- Cross Fell from the Bullman Hills
- Looking North
On top were the remains of two birds, clearly a meal for something as they were picked clean. We did the Northern top and then set off for the next hill, Long Man Hill
- Yep, that's it in the distance.
We headed for the mine workings we could see and stopped for lunch, it was clear we were in grouse moors, as we put up a lot and our lunch stop, although locked was in use.
- Lunch Stop
After lunch it was up on to Long Man Hill, the summit was flat to say the least and the lack of a decent cairn indicated a lonely old hill with few visitors. We didn't hang around, then followed a line of well maintained grouse butts, down to the beck and on up following another line of butts to a gate in the wall on the final hill of the day, Round Hill. Which as its name says, round! but its not, as you can see.
- Round Hill, flat on top, a wall and nothing much else
The scenery had been and was open, remote, heathery, grousy, full of shake holes and mine workings, the path from the lunch stop was full of purple fluorspar and everywhere was dry, even the bogs were starting to crack and dry out and pools of water earlier on the Pennine Way were leaving the gallons of frog spawn high and very dry!
From Round Hill we made our way onto a bridleway past the source of the South Tyne,
- This is it!
and eventually to a bridge over the Tees with an information board proclaiming the glories of 'North Teesdale'. Back on the tarmac for a while,
- Start of the road home
and then a long and winding path along side Trout Beck, didn't see any trout mind!
with Great Dun Fell in the distance, the cloud came back and the temperature dropped, good job we were going uphill to keep warm.- The path and Great Dun Fell
We got back to the car, but fun didn't stop there as it refused to start, so a quick push down the hill and thankfully it started, you can imagine the phone call to the AA, ' well we're up this road which you might find...... eventually!
However all ended well and thanks to the Landlord of the Crown and Cushion in Appleby for the good beer, (Robinsons) and the free bowl of Roasties, a very nice hors d'oeurves to the fish and chips from the Riverside chippy!!
