29th October 2008
an old army saying that if there is one thing worse
than an officer with a map, it is two officers with
Stan and I managed to prove that today
with a fairly pathetic attempt to get us onto the Garburn
Road from Troutbeck Church via Limefitt Park.
amongst the “lodges” (which looked suspiciously more
like brown caravans to me) there were no clues as to
which way the bridle path ran and it certainly did not
go the way shown on the map.
the map just led us to the strangely ornate water tanks,
looking more like goods wagons on an abandoned railway. Eventually we found
the escape route onto the fell at the wrong side of
the pub. However if we had headed down the valley
from the church rather than up the valley, we would
not have had this problem.
from Limefitt Park
objective was YIFT. “What’s that?” you
might ask. Well, some time ago I mentioned to
Stan that I could never remember which way round were
Froswick, Ill Bell and Yoke. I even made up a little
mnemonic but it didn’t work. Then Stan said “YIFT”.
By the simple device of adding in Thornthwaite
Crag, not only did it become an easy word to remember,
it actually works. Add words to it if you like,
e.g. “You in front there” or something much ruder, but
for me, the simple YIFT works every time. This
is important as the YIF part of YIFT represents three
distinct hills in a line that can be seen from much
of the South Lakeland Area. But not today.
Valley and YIFT
and her fiancé Scott were with us and I wanted to take them on
a route with good views. It was supposed to be a half
decent day with the risk of showers coming in late in
the afternoon. For this reason, Stan advocated
YIFT rather than TFIY. That was good advice, as
befits one who has just become a grandad. However,
the snow flurries through which we had to drive before
even reaching Troutbeck took us by surprise. They
were supposed to be over in the west. Fortunately,
they stopped before we set off walking. We eventually
found the Garburn Road, which we took almost to its
zenith before heading left towards Yoke. As we
got higher, the cloud lowered and we soon found ourselves
in mist that turned into snow flurries.
is a steady climb but no views today. After the
drop, Ill Bell is rather steeper. I tried to take
a team photo at the summit but the camera kept falling
over in the snow and wind. Sensing that the party
was getting cold and fed up with all the faffing around,
I decided to postpone.
and Scott approach Ill Bell
Bell Team Picture. Not!
Another drop and steepish
climb brought us to Froswick and still not much to see.
Down again and then a climb about which I had
quite forgotten to the Roman Road and decision point.
To T or not to T? The weather was getting
worse but Thornthwaite Crag was not far off and offered
a wall behind which to shelter for lunch. A full
YIFT was agreed.
Beacon Team Picture
Beacon loomed out of the mist and I took the team photo
there. In so doing, my hands got perishing cold
and I lost all feeling in my fingers. The wind blew
along the wall which provided very little shelter. It
was therefore a quite miserable lunch stop for me as
I really struggled to open my butties.
end I thought I would resort to my emergency hand-warmers
that I had brought along in case Emma needed them She
seemed quite happy and my need was urgent so I broke
the seals and put one in each hand.
I might as
well have picked up a snowball for all the good it did.
I was amazed as the ones we use
when skiing are wonderful, but these just did nothing.
So I gave up on lunch, packed up and struggled
into my winter mittens.
this time quite a crowd had built up at the Beacon,
some quite unsure of how to get to Patterdale. A
nice Labrador seemed to sense I was in trouble and tried
to comfort me.
was now snowing and blowing quite hard. It was
the sort of day that, for once, made Tony's habit of
sitting for hours in freezing water seem almost therapeutic.
snow capped Emma
We set off to find the Roman Road down to Troutbeck.
We missed it at first as Stan was so busy chatting
but, to be fair, he quickly realised we had gone too
far and got us back on the right track, down out of
Roman Road down to Troutbeck
below the snow line
Troutbeck is a long valley and quite a walk back
to the car. Near the village, we tried the direct
path but it was awash so we had to carry on with a road
Then a strange thing happened- my hand warmers
started to work.
Nothing like the
promised average temperature of 58°C.
Too Little and Far Too Late.
If you see hand warmers
in the shops that look like these in the picture be
warned. In my experience they are rubbish. I
just wish I could remember from which shop I bought
in the warmth and dryness of the car we all had second
lunch, or in my case, more or less first lunch. It
had been a long walk. At 12.8 miles and 3,670
feet of climbing it is the toughest we have done since
I am little suspicious of these numbers as my
Garmin doesn’t always record accurate positions- perhaps
too sensitive to “body shadow” being first generation,
but it is close to what I made it by a manual plot.
and Scott kindly said that they had enjoyed the walk
despite the length, the cold and the lack of views; it had been a bit of an adventure.
If you want to see what we missed, check out:
29th October 2008
Ill Bell, Froswick, Thornthwiate Beacon
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- BB0801 :
Avoiding the Graupel;
- BB0802 :
Lyth in the Old Dogs;
Tuesday 22 January
Sunday 27 January
Tony's Memory Lane;
Wednesday 30th January
Thank You Mells
The Langdale Skyline
and a Fell Race!
An Outbreak of Common Sense;
Thursday 21st February
Askham Fell and
the Lowther Estate;
Thanks to the MWIS
Wednesday 19th March
High Street and Kidsty Pike
but no Fairy
Prelude to Spring
Wednesday 2nd April
Spring in Lakeland
Wet, Wet Sleddale to Mosedale Cottage
What's It All About, Tony?
The Hidden Mountain
The Bowland CROW
High Cup Nick:
The Gurt La'al Canyon
The Northern Tip
The Bannisdale Horseshoe
Black, White or Grey Combe?
Thunder on the 555
We'll Give It Five
Thursday 10th July
Shelters from the Storm
The Big Wind-Up
Third (and wettest) Alfie
A Visit to Mud Hall
- BB0828 :
The Tale of Randy Gill
: Mosedale Cottage Revisited
: Mist Over Pendle
: Luncheon Chez Monty
Thursday 2nd October
: Escape from the Madness
: Only on a Thursday
: Reflections on Thirlmere
: Reet Grand Randonnées
- 19th November
: Back to Real8ty
: Helm, direttissimo
: Cunswick Fell and back in the dark!
- BskiB08 : Bootski Boys in the Sella Ronda
23rd February - 1st March
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