Hopes may rise on the Grasmere
But honey pie, you’re not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there’s panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself….
Sorry – I have no better reason for quoting that then that we spent the weekend in Grasmere. (If you are of the Smiths generation you probably have the tune in your head now. Have you got to ‘Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ’ yet?)
A friend rented Thorney How youth hostel and a small portion of the population of the village decamped to the Lakes for a very fine weekend. (With a few other old friends thrown in).
On Saturday almost our entire party went for a walk together. As you can see, beautiful blue skies, long shadows and the remnants of some snow– another cold, clear, crisp winter day. Shortly after this S decided he would rather ride in his Houdah than walk so I ended up carrying him for most of the rest of the day.
We climbed Helm Crag, which gave us good views across towards the hollow which holds Easedale Tarn. The rocky lump on the right of the photo is Tarn Crag, the snowy swelling behind it, High Raise and the stream with the prominent white waterfalls is Sour Milk Gill. I climbed Tarn Crag and High Raise last January, and had intended to continue on to Helm Crag, but didn’t have enough daylight, so it was good to get there this time.
Helm Crag is ideal for a party like ours with lots of small children – small enough to be manageable, but steep and rocky in places so giving the feel of a proper mountain adventure. Near to the top, we crested a rise and a new vista opened up…
Seat Sandal and Fairfield
The summit even has a nice airy exposed feel to it….
On Sunday we were out again. Another fine day, although the very bitter wind was a bit much for the smaller kids and we had to curtail our wander around Grasmere (the lake) and cadge a lift back to Grasmere (the village) for Gingerbread from the famous shop and tea and cake in a cafe.
Throwing stones into Grasmere (which wasn’t entirely frozen over).
A poor photo of A and B. Helm Crag across the lake left of the large gap which is Dunmail Raise, named after an early King in the area who died in a battle here I think. Helm Crag has the ridge shadowed on one side and sunlight on the other.
A and B again. B is wearing my hat and managing to look cheerful although he is frozen. Much of the rest of the walk is spent singing ‘Puff the Magic Dragon’ which works it’s magic and cheers him up.