The Langdale Skyline and a Fell Race!
13th February 2008
Langdale skyline is, of course, one of the iconic views
of Lakeland, from right to left, Pavey Ark, Harrison
Stickle and the often seemingly combined, depending
on the angle, Loft Crag and Pike o'Stickle.
had invited Ian, my nephew, and his two sons, George
and Bradley, who were up from Stockport, to join Bryan and me for a tour around
the Langdale skyline as a fell-walking introduction
for the boys and their first Wainwrights.
It was a beautiful day and
I was quite surprised that the National Trust car park
at New Dungeon Ghyll was virtually empty despite
it being half term.
set off with the boys setting a cracking pace up Stickle
Ghyll. “Don’t worry,” said Bryan, “They won’t
be going that fast in half an hour”. Unlike on BB0739,
we stuck to the direct path and enjoyed the odd little
scramble on the way before reaching Stickle Tarn in
a quarter of an hour less than previously. I must
say I was glad of the breather taken on the tarn wall.
By now I was getting some stick for having warned
them the day before as to how cold it might be up there
only to find it pretty warm, causing layers of fleeces
to be peeled off. Well, the forecast can change
a lot in 24 hours! The arctic wind was in abeyance.
Tarn with Harrison Stickle and Pavey Ark
recovered, we declined the charms(?) of Jack’s Rake
and ascended by North Rake.
Tarn from North Rake
Pavey Ark was
claimed as George
and Bradley’s first Wainwright, where, it being Tony
time, we had a coffee stop. A raven was hopping
about hopefully for titbits.
Bradley and George claim their first Wainwright
hopefully hopping raven
Looking south-east from Harrison Stickle
o'Stickle from Harrison Stickle
Next was Harrison
Stickle and lunch. Then along past the top
of the old scree
run with axe factory, up Loft Crag and finally up the
sugar loaf mound of Pike o’Stickle, sort of pioneering
a new scrambly route up.
Stickle from Loft Crag
o'Stickle team picture
another coffee stop (and a bit of a cool breeze starting
to pick up causing the odd fleece to reappear)
we decided that rather than keep
to the original plan and trudge across the moor to High
Raise, we would take what Bryan presciently called the
fell runners' route down across Martcrag Moor to join
the Cumbria Way near its high point on Stake Pass.
is when things started to go wrong!
way down, Bryan (who accuses Stan and me of being the
competitive ones) issued a challenge.
Gable from Pike o'Stickle
He pointed to
a small tarn about half a mile down hill and said “Come
on, then! Let’s have a fell race!”
He was clearly
very disappointed that there were no takers and so to try
and restore the harmony of the group I suggested
that we have a fell jog instead. Off I set at a sensible
pace when all of a sudden a race erupted and bodies
hurtled by me at tremendous speed. Hardly had I
time to think “They won't be going that fast in half
when the thought became fact and Bryan then Bradley
tumbled to the ground. The race rather fizzled
out at that point but it soon became apparent that Bryan had damaged
himself in his tumble- he had rolled onto his back only
to be attacked by the flask in his rucksac. Although
he regained his feet, he was clearly in considerable
discomfort and, at times, pain but in his stoical way
insisted on carrying on down the mountain unaided.
longer after that incident, George managed to do a passable
imitation of Dr Foster.
Thinking that the bright
green moss was at the edge of a small pond he stepped
on it only to find that he disappeared almost up to
his middle, giving himself and his mobile phone a good soaking in the process.
to Bradley’s (and everyone else’s) amusement!
admires George's wet look!
setting sun shines on the Langdales
walk continued on uneventfully thereafter, through the
drumlins and down the long Cumbria Way trail, now in
shade, back to
Bryan did not say much but he was obviously
still hurting and was much slower than his normal pace.
returning to Kendal, he went to Casualty
at the Westmorland Hospital where he was efficiently
looked after. Inevitably, when he explained how
the injury had arisen, questions arose as to how old
he was! The verdict was that whilst of unsound
mind he had incurred multiple
broken ribs but, happily, no other internal injuries.
He will be out of action for several painful weeks.
made a sad end to an otherwise very enjoyable day in
we hope you soon recover and that it will not be long
before you are once again issuing challenges to us on
the fells! But if we ever hear you say "Let's
have a fell race" we'll phone for the men in white
13th February 2008
miles (Garmin- Memory Map)
climbed: 2,648 feet (Garmin- Memory Map)
Pavey Ark, Harrison Stickle, Loft Crag, Pike o'Stickle
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of the mileages, heights and Lakeland Fells Books Wainwrights see: Wainwrights.
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Avoiding the Graupel;
Lyth in the Old Dogs; 22 January
: That's Lyth;
: Tony's Memory Lane;
: Fell's Belles! Thank You Mells?
: The Langdale Skyline and a Fell Race!
An Outbreak of Common Sense;
Askham Fell and the Lowther Estate;
: Thanks to the MWIS
19th March 2008
: High Street and Kidsty Pike but no Fairy
: Prelude to Spring
2nd April 2008
: Spring in Lakeland
6th April 2008
Wet, Wet Sleddale to Mosedale Cottage
10th April 2008
: What's It All About, Tony?
17th April 2008
: The Hidden Mountain
22nd April 2008
: The Bowland CROW
1st May 2008
: High Cup Nick:
The Gurt La'al Canyon
7th May 2008
: Travelling Light
14th May 2008
BskiB08 : Bootski Boys in the Sella Ronda
23rd February - 1st March
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been done by which Bootboy
in the "modern" era, i.e. since the advent
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anyone wants to claim other peaks, please let me know
and I will submit them to the adjudication committee!
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years who enjoy defying the aging process by getting out into the hills as
often as possible!
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