Yewbarrow
The Indian summer continues ‘up north’.
Even at the weekend.
Soft white morning mists hanging in valleys,
slowly clearing to blue.
Wast Water was quiet.
Deep water totally still and undisturbed.
Steep sides silent. Not a trace of life.
September.
Wastwater
Perhaps all the tourists had gone home.
Dropping Crag Yewbarrow
Only the second car in the car park below Yewbarrow, we headed up. Colours as deep as the lake. Impossible not to turn round every five minutes and just enjoy the moment.
Kirk Fell Sca Fells et al
A plod up the green and then the scree scramble to the ridge.
Scramble up
West coast sands clearly seen beyond the Lake District boundary.
Wast Water
Detour up Great Door, stop for a coffee, eat your lunch, on a fine day it’s impossible to rush away.
Lingmell and Scafells
Tops of hills sat skittle like round the valley
Yewbarrow Ridge
Scrambles bracket the ridge of Yewbarrow.
Down from Stirrup Crag
The descent of Stirrup Crag steeper but not so long.
Top Red Pike
Just a bit more down before the easyish hike up Red Pike, and a few false summits to confound.
Scoat Tarn
Trundling down a rather indistinct track past Scoat Tarn
Scoat Tarn
Sheltered and undisturbed. No one to disturbed this wide, peaceful valley.
Scoat Fell
A steep drop from the tarn and it quickly disappears from view.
Netherbeck
Far from a boring slog out, Netherbeck was almost as satisfying as the ridge
