: What A Difference A Day Makes
3rd June 2010
an old cliché but true. What a difference
a day makes. Had we been eighteen hours earlier
we would, literally, have been in mortal danger as we
travelled the road on which Birdy, the Whitehaven cabbie,
concluded his shooting spree. However at 7:30
this morning, as we drove past the site of his demise
and the briefly barricaded Woolpack Inn in Eskdale,
peace had returned- superficially, at least, as no doubt
there are many families in the area who will be long
distraught as a result of what happened. Boot
is now notorious for something rather more serious than
the frivolity of Big
had been another early start for Stan and me to go Wainwright
bagging. We parked at Overbeck Bridge on Wast
Water and set off up the nose of Yewbarrow.
nose of Yewbarrow
was a tough start to the day, though Stan kept telling
me that it was much easier than the way he went up on
the Bob Graham round.
Head and the Wast Water screes from Yewbarrow
The depressing thought was
that once we had completed the ascent we had to lose
a big chunk of the height before tackling Red Pike (the
Wasdale one, not to be confused with BB1021's
Buttermere Red Pike), which was looming menacingly over
Pike with Pillar behind
back to Yewbarrow
Strangely, the ascent of Red Pike proved to
be much more gentle. Stan hunted out The Chair-
literally a throne-like stone seat constructed many
years ago so that the view over Wastwater could be enjoyed.
The Chair, Red Pike
Water and Low Tarn from The Chair
Scar to the left, Pillar across the gap from Red Pike
route to Scoat Fell was similarly straightforward although
just before the summit Stan asked me ďHow are you with
heights these days?Ē
Fortunately, I had been half
expecting something of the sort and knew what was coming.
Some weeks ago I had been talking to a lady in
the village who is also doing the Wainwrights and she
told me how much she had disliked the path to Steeple.
I should have said to Stan ďI have no problem
with heights; itís drops I donít like.Ē Instead
I asked him if he was referring to the path to Steeple
to which he responded that he was but itís not that
In which case, Stan, why mention
from Scoat Scar
Fell and Steeple must be the two Wainwrights with the
least distance between them. Maybe a quarter of
a mile, as long as you stick to the path. If you
donít, then it is a long way back, assuming you survive.
I took it very gently but, to be fair to Stan,
it wasnít that bad. Ditto on the return to Scoat
from Scoat Fell
ascent of Pillar proved to be a bit more strenuous but
we arrived at the summit shortly before noon having
completed five Wainwrights (one of them twice).
A good morningís work so time for lunch. How about
Pike and Scoat Scar from Pillar
week's hills, Great Borne to High Stile, BB1021,
a substantial drop to Black Sail Pass before the climb
up Kirk Fell.
By now I was tiring but it was still
an enjoyable scramble. I was wondering how my
legs would hold up on the descent. The amount
of climbing was only just a bit less than last week
although we had not covered the same distance.
Gable and the Scafells from Kirk Fell
beginning of the descent from Kirk Fell
need not have worried. Going down the nose to
Wasdale is not the greatest thrill- certainly not as
dramatic as Fleetwith Pike. First it is bouldery,
then scree and finally steep grass. It wasnít
until the very end that my legs began to protest.
way down Kirk Fell
bridge in the valley
rewarded me with an ice cream from the pub and after
consuming it we visited the tiny St
where there is a memorial to Margaretís cousin Ian who
perished on Lingmell in 1997.
Pillar, Kirkfel and Great Gable from St Olaf's
walk back to the car was a bit of a slog. By now,
the sun had burned off the remaining haze and it was
getting seriously warm. The car parks and camp
sites were full but where were all the people? We
hadnít seen many on the fells. They could still
be in hiding but Wasdale was the wrong valley. Very
us, it had been another big and satisfying day. The
difference for us it that now there are only eleven
3rd June 2010
Yet again, a problem arising from such a long, scenic walk is the
processing of the multitude of photographs. Here
are some that didn't make the final selection:
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who lives in the village and has followed BOOTboys
reports for some time, is on his own mission to complete
the Wainwrights. By coincidence, he was in the
same area when all the action was taking place. Not
that he knew it. He told me:
went over to Wasdale the day before you, and did the
first half of the same walk. But I was completely unaware
of the eventful happenings during the course of the
was planning a "big day" so set off early,
driving over Hardknott and down Eskdale, past Boot.
Turned off at Santon Bridge and up to Wasdale. Parked
in the same car park as you. Was there by 7.00 am so
no sign of anything alarming at that time of the day.
In fact I remember thinking how idyllic the area is
with the early morning mists still rising off the woods
set off up Yewbarrow. Wow! that was harder than it looks
on the map. But I was very glad to be going up
it and not down. I think coming down Yewbarrow would
be extremely tricky and not good for the knees!
was a good deal cooler than Thursday, I think. In fact
it was a good day for the hills and only began to get
really hot in the afternoon. My tally for the
day (in sequence): Yewbarrow, Red Pike, Pillar, Scoat
Fell, Steeple, (well named!) Haycock, Caw Fell, Seatallan
(tough that one - it is VERY big!), Middle Fell and
Buckbarrow. Back to the car by about 5.30 so although
I spent the day in the area I had been completely unaware
of anything happening. There had been a bit of helicopter
activity in the afternoon but nothing especially unusual
had taken a small tent with me with the intention of
staying "out west" and having a second day
of it. But the campsite at Wasdale was full so I drove
around towards Ennerdale area, passing through Gosforth
and Egremont. In Egremont there was a police van and
about 5 police cars and some blue and white tape in
front of a pub. I assumed there had been a road accident.
I drove up over the Cold Fell road. Parked the
car and walked about half a mile over the bridleway
towards Lank Rigg where I "wild" camped beside
the Calder. Got up early, took the camping gear
back to the car and then did a quick "round"
of Lank Rigg, Crag Fell and Grike.
was still only 10 a.m. so I decided to add Fellbarrow
and Low Fell to my score. - I didn't have the energy
for anything more and certainly chickened out at attempting
Mellbreak, my legs just refused at the sight of it!
the drive around I went through Lamplugh. Still
completely unaware of the previous day's events as I
don't have a radio in the car. Going through Lamplugh
there were press-types running around with cameras -
cars just abandoned all over the road wherever they
happened to come to a halt. They even just left the
doors open. I did wonder what that was all about!
I was somewhat astounded when I got home yesterday afternoon
and caught up with the news that I had missed! But
I did manage over the 2 days to knock another 15 off
my dwindling list. 25 left now.
person to get in touch was Ci. He said:
came across your web site this morning, when memories
had been working overtime, with all the news frenzy
about the gunman shooting himself at Boot, which he
didn't, because it was further up Eskdale, at the river,
near Penny Hill Farm, near the Woolpack.
web site--- and very restrained really.
used to call Josie--- Crazy Horse
might like this photo I took at the Burnmoor
Inn, with Josie and two friends of mine,
Don and Madge.
was another landlady with a lot of character.
had gone to help Josie out a bit, when her
husband, John died.
read more about what Ci has to say about
Josie, see Crazy
Don & Madge
climbed in feet:
Red Pike (Wasdale), Scoat Scar (x2)
, Steeple, Pillar, Kirk Fell
& Stan: 11 (-6)
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What A Difference A Day Makes
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