Map of route: http://gb.mapometer.com/walking/route_4033849.html
My last little jaunt hadn't gone at all to plan and I wanted another trip as soon as possible.
I had a couple of limitations though, I was quite badly blistered from my previous trip so it wouldn't be some 40 kilometre epic and also there were strong winds forecast so it would also have to be fairly low level too.
After studying OL6 I eventually came up with the perfect solution..
My journey was uneventful bar the last hour when the heavens well and truly opened in typical Cumbria style!
As I set off West the sun was succeeding in its attempt the break up the gloomy clouds.
The roads showed the signs of a prolonged downpour with the worst hit areas only just passable on foot.
|Redacre Gill and the Band.|
|Looking back at the Langdale Pikes.|
As I got nearer to Blea Tarn I glanced back at the Langdale Pikes and saw an approaching storm, I quickly delved into my pack and chucked my waterproofs on.
It was only a light shower so I was able to resume snapping away soon after.
Blea Tarn's outflow was also showing the signs of significant rainfall, the footbridge just managing to keep itself above the torrent hurrying beneath.
After a careful crossing I made my way back to the road.
|Blea Tarn footbridge getting swamped!|
|An icy storm hits the Langdale Pikes.|
My slow ascent of Lingmoor Fell was worth it. I had the Langdale Pikes to the North, Crinkle Crags to the West and the Tilberthwaite Fells to the Southwest!
|Looking to the Tilberthwaite fells.|
I placed my pack down beside a large patch of snow and made the mini scramble to the summit, taking in the panorama of the fine Fells all around.
|The Langdale Pikes and Lingmoor Tarn.|
Collecting water was tricky as there was no way of getting near the tarns banks without completely sinking.
Skirting around it I found a small outflow which provided the best opportunity to fill my reservoir while staying dry.
|The Langdale Valley looking superb in early evening light.|
|Not a bad view from the tent.|
As the sun got lower I raced to the top of a nearby knoll to get a better view. Unfortunately I saw no sunset but the definition of the cloud was amazing.
An unexpected (and short) hail storm sent me scurrying back down from my vantage point to my tent.
|Just before sunset under some amazing cloud.|
|Crinkle Crags and Bow Fell looking stunning.|
Despite a quick glimpse of Orion, the sky was far too cloudy for any decent star shots and I reluctantly headed indoors for an early night.
My alarm woke me at half past six and a quick peer out revealed no sunrise.
I had no solid plan for the second day and decided on a Pike of Blisco ascent would keep me occupied and not be too extreme.
After a half eaten breakfast I packed up and headed West, picking up the path from Lingmoor Tarn.
As Side Pike came into view I realised I'd made a schoolboy error (rendering a few pics unusable).
I'd left the ISO at 1600 from attempting some nightfall shots of the Langdale Pikes and after much cursing I continued on my way.
As I rejoined the road I had a quick stop for water and a fig bar as I wouldn't be eating again till my next camp.
|Quick refreshment break next to Side Pike.|
The path would take me Southwest beside Redacre Gill and wasn't too draining.
I passed a couple who were having a quick cuppa and we had a brief chat before I continued on my way.
|Looking back from my Pike of Blisco ascent.|
|Pike of Blisco.|
Four jets flew overhead one by one but remained hidden because of the low cloud.
As I only had a short rocky scramble to the summit I placed my pack down, convinced I'd find it very quickly and be on my way.
Reaching the summit took me longer than I thought. Thanks to the low cloud there wasn't much a view from the top and I gave the cairn a quick tap, keen to get out of the exposed and biting Westerly wind.
|View from the Pike of Blisco summit.|
I descended to roughly where I thought my pack was, nothing. I descended further and traversed back and forth, still nothing.
I carried on searching but couldn't help but think the worst. My car keys, waterproofs, food and pretty much everything else was with my pack. Daylight was against me too. I spent the best part of an hour searching. I was tired and had pretty much given up hope when I stepped up onto a bit of higher ground and found it right in front of me. Relieved wasn't the word, I slung the pack on and began descending, stuffing my face with a couple of fig bars for a much needed energy boost.
|Langdale Pikes amongst moody clouds.|
|Looking East to my previous night's stay.|
|Tent pitched facing Lingmoor Fell.|
|Water collected for my nights stay.|
How the rain was holding off I'll never know, the clouds looked like they were about to burst any second. I tucked in to a meal for two with gusto.
Some time later just after I'd made myself a hot chocolate it began to rain lightly, it was a cosy feeling as I was all tucked up in my sleeping bag.
An hour or so later the light rain had turned into a full on downpour and strong gusts of wind were frequent, giving the tent a heave every now and again.
As it hit midnight I still couldn't sleep so I decided to put my ear buds in as a last ditch effort to nod off.
|Wild Country Sololite after a huge downpour the previous night.|
It was raining very lightly and the wind had eased so packing up wasn't too much of a pain. I walked downhill and connected with the main path.
The waterproofs soon came off and I noticed the drainage gullies across the paths were now flowing, they were dry as a bone yesterday!
|New and bright Rab Aeon T.|
|Redacre Gill and Wrynose Fell.|
I stopped to let a couple of 'locals' lazily stroll on by. Careful footing was needed near the bottom of the path as small streams were flowing from everywhere.
I rejoined the road I'd traveled up two days ago and once past Wall End was surprised that the barely crossable bit had disappeared completely.
|A 'local' taking in his fine surroundings!|
The remaining journey back to the car was uneventful and it seemed pretty quiet for a Saturday.
|Post camp meal at Wainrights.|