Hindscarth and Robinson and Camping Barns
I’ve got used to mountain huts with rows of bunks,
Youth Hostel dorms,
And when in Vietnam,
wooden benches with dilapidated mats
on which I slept, wedged in a sardine line.
But I’ve never slept in a shippen, until Friday that is.
Pick a bed – any bed
Bar the fact there was a wonderfully hot stove I think I’d rather sleep in my tent. But for those of you wanting to give it a go, look up Catbells Camping barn for the ultimate in economical accommodation.
Every experience is worth trying once.
Location was definitely its best feature.
And it did enable an early start to a route round Robinson and Hindscarth. Or rather Hindscarth and Robinson. (Alliteration too good to resist.)
Cumbria offers so many opportunities to get to the same place a different way. For such a small space the radiating spokes carved out by ancient glaciation provide so many horseshoes.
Looking up to Dale Head
Robinson and Hindscarth I ticked off when on my Wainwright frenzy, on different shoes on different days.
So I’d never walked over Littledale Edge.
Buttermere and Crumock Water
There’s a reason for everything.
As usual the views were mostly magnificent. Weather was by and large cooperative, so frequent camera clicks have kept the day
with the GPS chugging along recording the route.
Crags on Robinson
Parking was provided at Little Town Farm whose tea and cake ending was worth waiting for and whose accommodation looks a more luxurious proposition.