The Eskdale Escapade

I really should have been on the Cambrian Way, but I just didn’t fancy it. For once I wanted to do something I wanted to do. It’s been 6 years since a truly memorable trip to Eskdale, and a couple of years since a less successful one – I was itching to retread some of those paths, re-see some of those views and above all to immerse myself more deeply into the valley by spending some nights camping out there. So I did. Continue reading “The Eskdale Escapade”

A Snowy Saunter around the Southern Fells

I lay in my sleeping bag nervously watching the tent flexing and straining under the force of the icy wind blowing down from the head of Eskdale, hoping it would hold as it was now too dark to shift camp to somewhere more sheltered. Memories of a past windy camp came back to both haunt me and at the same time boost my confidence that my tent would hold… Next morning I emerged to the new snowfall, pulling on my outer layers in the biting cold and tunneling my way out through the snowdrift surrounding Monica to inspect her sorry and bedraggled state after a night standing up to the Lake District winter…

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Harter Fell from Green Crag

Favourite Fells – Harter Fell (Eskdale)

You can’t really go wrong with a mountain that looks like one – in terms of shape.  And Harter Fell is definitely the right shape.  Its pyramid is instantly recognisable from any angle, draws you in and summons you to the top.  But Harter Fell is a favourite not just because of its shape, but also because of its value as a view point to take in Eskdale. Continue reading “Favourite Fells – Harter Fell (Eskdale)”