The Three Peaks

Not Snowdon, Scafell and Ben Nevis – a bit more local than that. Not Pen-y-ghent, Ingleborough and Whernside either, although they are reasonably local. In fact, much much closer to home than that.

This was our three peaks – Castlebarrow, Arnside Knot and Warton Crag. The local Scout troop (is that the correct collective noun for Scouts?) were taking it on, and we decided to follow suit. We couldn’t start with the Scouts, because R, the local Tower Captain, had some serious bell-ringing to do before we could begin, but we followed in their wake.

Friday had been a glorious day, cloudless and bright. Saturday was almost as fine. Naturally, Sunday, the day we had chosen for our walk, was dreich.

Dreich: (Old Scots origin)

A combination of dull, overcast, drizzly, cold, misty and miserable weather. At least 4 of the above adjectives must apply before the weather is truly dreich.

from The Urban Dictionary

All of the adjectives applied in full effect. The kids were not deterred however and we made it to the Pepper Pot (on Castlebarrow) in good spirits.

 

We were still smiling when we found the trig pillar on Arnside Knot – in the cloud at 159m above sea level – how’s that for dreich?

But as we left the top, B’s little hand crept into mine and he intimated that he might be satisfied with two peaks. We had to pass back through Silverdale anyway so it was easy to arrange a rendezvous with TBH. Poor A now found herself caught in the horns of a dilemma – she really wanted to continue – I think that she fancied the bragging rights at school on Monday morning, but she began to worry that the walk might be too far for her or that she might get cold and tired like her brother.

Eventually she chose discretion and TBH took all of the kids leaving only R and myself to continue on to Warton Crag. On the way we had to steel ourselves to resist the temptations of the Silverdale Hotel (know locally as ‘The Lower House’) and of generous invites to join some friends we bumped into for lunch at the Wolf House gallery. If we’d once got warm and dry so close to home we might never have continued to our soggy lunch stop on Warton Crag….

…and the excellent views from there….

None the less, I enjoyed getting out. This would be a very fine walk on a better day. It may be just a little easier than the other Three Peaks walks. My pedometer gives the distance as 18.84km which probably isn’t too far off and I suppose that there might be about 400m of up and down, or there abouts.

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The Three Peaks

2 thoughts on “The Three Peaks

  1. I’m inspired – I need to find my own local 3 peaks walk now. The lack of actual hills kind of limits the possibility of doing a walk from the house. (I really envy all those great local walks we’ve done when visiting). I’m already thinking Sugar Loaf, Skirrid Fawr and Bryn Arw as a fair challenge. There is a “3 Castles Walk” taking in Grosmont, Skenfrith and White Castle as well – about 24 miles over rolling countryside which would be a stormer over a very long summer day. I’m also inspired one day for a very long horseshoe walk all the way up one side of the Black Mountains and back down another

  2. beatingthebounds says:

    We did the three castles walk with you back in….well centuries ago. Your suggestion for a three peaks sounds good.

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