1st March 2007
Don suffering from French lurgy and Bryan sunning himself
in Cyprus it was left to Tony and me to brave the elements
and set forth for Seat Sandal from the A591. The
forecast was good compared to the earlier part of the
week, being mainly dry albeit with some strong winds
fading later in the day and occasional snow and sleet
first problem was where to park as SLDC have put a 2hr
maximum on all the lay-byes between Grasmere and the
summit of Dunmail Raise. Given that only 2 cars
were seen in the lay-byes Tony suggested a letter
to the Gazette was called for. The residents of
the estate opposite Our Lady of the Wayside, Catholic
Church may well feel a letter is warranted too, as they
have placed hand made signs saying 'residents
parking only' & 'no ball games' at the entrance,
so we played safe and parked in the lane alongside the
church. On returning safely and seeing the car
in one piece, Tony insisted on paying homage and inspected
the church interior - very modern!
next problem was what to wear as Tony had forgotten
his cagoule and although I proffered my spare
fleece he thought it prudent to take his yellow Moby
Dick oilskin as well - 'just in case'. This
proved to be a wise decision when we reached the snow
took the Patterdale bridleway just north of the Travellers
Rest and followed the Little Tongue Gill old packhorse
route to Grisedale Hause. So far so good, or so
we thought. Stopping to admire the super views back
down the valley we realised we didn't have camera between
us, Tony's having been left in the pocket of his cagoule.
Undaunted, we fiddled with my mobile 'phone and
eventually worked out how to take a photo but not being
designed for winter panorama shots the results are poor
and not worth the effort of working out how to download
them to a computer. Great pity, as the views
in all directions were great and enhanced by snow above
2000'. By this time the wind was getting up and
it was decidedly cold so we opted to take lunch behind
the wall behind the Hause shelter which was decidedly
good timing, as it was just noon as Tony demolished
his first Hovis sandwich, (no I've not made a mistake,
Tony was adamant that it's nothing but healthy eating
from now on and 4 slices of white bread for lunch is
now a thing of the past - pity about the generous cheese
and ham fillings).
short steep climb from the Hause to the top of Seat
Sandal was achieved easily although at 2415' we were
in swirling snow and it was bitterly cold so we didn't
dally and set off briskly for the south ridge with Tony
giving his impression of 'Bryan's run'. Once
below the snow line it became much warmer, the wind
snow abated, and it was an easy stroll down to the intake
wall adjoining Little Tongue Gill. From here we
retraced our tracks across the Gill and back to the
car. This was a first for both of us. The
first time I've ascended or descended Seat Sandal by
these routes and a first all round for Tony. There
are excellent views all the way round and its well worth
another trip on a good day, but this time with a camera.
we saw the odd person on the Fairfield ridge we did
not actually see anyone at any point on the walk until
we were walking past the Travellers Rest on our return.
The middle aged couple we passed were obviously
well bred as there was not one insult nor even a snigger
at our attire. I had to take my hat off to them
given that Tony was still wearing his bright yellow
oilskin which displays all the consequences of numerous
pond cleaning forays.
distance 6.5miles with 2400' of climbing.
1st March 2007
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This page describes a 2007 adventure of BOOTboys, a loose group of friends of mature
years who enjoy defying the ageing process by getting out into the hills as
often as possible!
As most live in South Lakeland, it is no surprise that
our focus is on the Lakeland fells and the Yorkshire Dales.
As for the name, BOOTboys, it does not primarily derive from an
item of footwear but is in memory of Big
Josie, the erstwhile landlady of
the erstwhile Burnmoor Inn at Boot in Eskdale, who enlivened Saint Patrick's Day
1973 and other odd evenings many years ago!
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