Uncle Fester, the ginger whinger, an old Manchester mucker came up for a flying visit yesterday evening. We saw Show of Hands at the Brewery Arts in Kendal. Folk music. But very good none the less. Aran sweaters weren’t obligatory, and nobody was seen to sing with a finger in their ear. Incidentally, Show of Hands were excellent and are still touring – well worth a punt if you get a chance to see them. They’re in Hull tomorrow night apparently. I’ve embedded a video at the bottom of the post if you want to get a flavour of their songs.
Over a post gig beer we discussed possibilities for a walk today. It had to be reasonably short because I had to be able to get back and do some parenting this afternoon. We had a few ideas but a lunch break on Stony Cove Pike was favourite. This is a walk that UF and I have used when time was short before. By parking at the top of the Kirkstone Pass it’s possible to climb a relatively high hill with minimal effort and time needed.
Stony Cove Pike and Thornthwaite Crag.
I was pleased with our choice for a further reason: on Easter Sunday as we walked along the Kent estuary into Arnside we could see a hill to the North East and my brother-in-law asked me what it was. I didn’t know, but tried to convince him, and myself, that it might be Fairfield with Seat Sandal below it. I doubt if he was very convinced – I wasn’t, but I couldn’t think of another hill in that direction which would be so bulky. It was only later, as A and I climbed Arnside Knot and I could see it again in the context of the hills around it, that I realised that it was Caudale Moor with Wansfell in front and below it. How satisfying then to have a chance to climb it just a fortnight later.
Although the cloud was high, it was exceptionally hazy. We had a reasonable view from the top over the Langdale Pikes to Crinkle Crags, Bowfell, the Scafells and Great Gable. The hills around Patterdale and Kentmere were also seen to good advantage. But the clarity of those views was not what it might have been. And more distant views were absent altogether. It seemed odd to be on Stony Cove Pike on a day of high cloud and not be able to see Morecambe Bay.
Froswick, Ill Bell and Yoke
The walking was pleasant with the air full of the sound of skylarks. Once they stop singing and plummet to the ground they are pretty hard to spot.
Can you pick one out here?
The walk was a simple one – up the hill, butties behind a wall on the top, back down the same way. As we returned to the car we seemed to be on the edge of a weather system – to the north Brother’s Water and Place Fell were sunlit, to the south the sky was brooding and dark. In fact just after we reached the car and set off towards home it began to rain and we saw flashes of lightening.
So – a short but enjoyable romp. And three more Birketts ticked off – Caudale Moor, Stony Cove Pike (yes they are pretty much the same hill) and St. Raven’s Edge. That’s eleven now from my arbitrary target of seventeen for the year. Wainwright is more miserly and we only get one tick for his list.