: High Street and Kidsty Pike but no Fairy
I asked, “have we not walked this way before?”
yes!” he replied. “On one of the early Bootboys
outings, I took you and John up this way.”
I got home and checked I found (which I
had never doubted) that he was quite right. On
the second ever Bootboy
That day was memorable for three things.
For the weather, which for February
was stunning. For it being John’s
birthday, only he lied about his age. And
for the sighting of the Haweswater Fairy.
had, in fact, looked for the Fairy as we
drove along Haweswater but as it was a quite
different sort of day she was nowhere to
perhaps we had just left it too late. We had made
a deliberately late start to allow the weather to clear
from the west so it was not far off Tony’s lunch time
when we left the car park. However, he was not
so distracted that he was unable to identify and photograph
Kidsty Pike, his real objective for the day.
snaps Kidsty Pike
Blea Tarn route
had intended to take us up to High Street by Blea Water
but he was chatting away so vigorously about his adventures
on Scout Scar and the Golf Course in the recent snowfall
at Kendal that he quite forgot and led us to the path
that took us onto the Rough Crag (wrongly called Rough
Fell in BB0402).
early stages were quite easy and Emma, who, with Scott,
was home for a few days, paid us a nice but ominous
compliment. “You don’t half crack along for a
bunch of oldies” she said.
the ridge got steeper and if there had been any cracking
along it drained out of at least my limbs and those
of Tony. We put him out of his misery at Caspel
Gate and took first lunch. Or in Tony’s case,
all of it. I had hoped that Margaret’s excellent
apple cake would give my legs an injection of energy
for the steep climb ahead but sadly no such reaction
developed in time. I found it hard going.
It was not the fact that there was a fair bit
of snow around and that it was threatening to put a
bit more down- it was just the steepness. It had
passed the critical angle beyond which I struggle. It
was a mighty relief eventually to reach the summit plateau.
What I find hard to believe is that there is no
mention of such a struggle in BB0402
yet I can’t believe I was fitter then. Perhaps
in those days such difficulties were left unsaid?
the summit plateau
picture having reached the plateau
Street Summit panorama
visiting the summit with its fabulous panorama, a strange
thing happened to my leg. I kicked a step into the snow
with my left foot and felt a sharp pain run up my inside
thigh and around the top. Initially I thought it
was cramp but it would not respond to stretching and
rubbing like cramp normally does. I concluded
I had pulled a muscle and was fearful about how I would
be able to get down- I could hardly put any weight on
the leg at all. Out came my poles and I hobbled
off in the hope that I would at least be able to limp
down the hill. Then after 50 painful yards or so, whatever
was wrong suddenly cleared itself and I could walk freely
once more. Bizarre. And lucky!
decided to take a slight detour to rebag Rampsgill Head.
We were unsure as to which of two bumps was the
actual peak so we bagged them both- each looked higher
when viewed from the other!
Before reaching Kidsty Pike we had to cross a mini snow
field which Bryan identified as a superb photo opportunity.
He grabbed my camera and ran off in order to secure
a dramatic picture. Judge for yourself. Have
you ever seen a more dramatic picture of a finger or
approaches Kidsty Pike
delighted in mounting Kidsty Pike- one of the few Far
Eastern fells that he had left to do and one of the
few he has actually managed to identify from many angles.
lunch followed a little lower down on Kidsty Howes.
Tony, unprepared for more than one fuelling stop,
was very grateful to be given an apple by Scott and
Emma. Without them he would have been left to starve!
from Kidsty Howse
reaching the valley bottom there was an awkward steep
section but fortunately without snow or ice to make
it too tricky. Thereafter it was a pleasant stroll
around the head of the lake back to the car and a drive
home in the evening sunshine.
28th March 2008
you missed some critical info re BB0402
--Pete Mac was also involved --and no, you were not
distinctly remember that Pete and I shot up the steep
scramble (re -shown recently by the saintly Julia Bradbury
on Wainwrights Walks) like rats up a drainpipe
whilst Stan solicitously guided you up some 50 yards
behind--at least until a nice young lady shot past us
whereupon Stan abandoned you in a vain effort to catch
Street, Rampsgill Head, Kidsty Pike
£5 (DS to AR)
(SG to BH)
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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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and I will submit them to the adjudication committee!
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