Turn Left Down Deepdale Hause

Another wander

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.

From Birks

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.

Deepdale

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.

Deepdale

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.