Turn Left Down Deepdale Hause
on another cold day
up a hill in Cumbria.
As cold hurtled in from the east
the crisp dry air dissuaded most
from venturing out.
Wandering up a few Wainwrights with a friend on their quest for the 214, Arison Crag was frozen with assorted shades more of brown than of green.
Birks did not gain sufficient height to turn white, but step by step that particular contour line drew nearer.
And the temperature dropped.
Not a day for taking off gloves.
Frozen St Sunday
Lunch on St Sunday meant adding all the layers stowed in backpacks.
Stripping off only one before dropping down to Deepdale Hause and trying to find the track down. Not to Grisedale tarn but taking a left down to Deepdale Beck.
Almost opposite the track to Grisedale Tarn, it doesn’t reach the top as far as the OS map is concerned. But it is there.
Definitely requiring concentration to negotiate the snowy descent but once down, the valley was infinitely less boring than the long trek down Grisedale Beck. Ice scooped into a perfect U, the valley, though not quite as cold as the ice age still harboured rock outcrops and drumlins laced with icicles.
Until a little further down the hill the water started to flow once more.