The day after our walk on Pillar. Again, the blue skies and sunshine are potentially misleading – earlier there had been snowfall on the tops and sleet at the campsite.
In the afternoon some of the party walked from the campsite to Wastwater. The rest of us drove down to the lake to meet them and walk back. Once at the lake however, the kids were more keen on plodging in the streams (despite the cold)…
…whilst the adults took photos of the iconic view, before finding a spot to lie down out of the cold wind and snooze. Or chinwag.
Eventually the hour dictated that some us ought to head back to get tea on. We walked along the lake shore…
…and into the woods at the bottom end of the lake.
Apparently this is “Britain’s Favourite View” as voted for by the viewers of an ITV programme which completely passed me by when it was on. Ruskin’s favourite was the view down the Lune valley from Kirby Lonsdale churchyard. Is this my favourite? Hmmm….not sure, but it was my favourite that day anyway.
(TBH says it’s better with the branches framing it, but I’m not sure.)
There’s a little network of paths between where the Irt flows from Wastwater and Nether Wasdale, none of them very direct, but I think they have a quiet charm of their own. We passed Woodhow Tarn, which I haven’t visited before: one to remember when I get round to ticking off tarns in the Nuttall books. (But perhaps a genuine tarn bagger ought to swim in them all. Or camp by them, or both? And perhaps a genuine tarn enthusiast should have Heaton Cooper’s book on Lakeland Tarns too?)
When you can’t see down the valley to Yewbarrow and Kirkfell, there’s still the imposing crags and gullies of the Wasdale Screes to admire.
And a choice of foregrounds!
The boys remembered this spot from last year, when our time hadn’t been so pressed. Then they had risked life and limb climbing the trees and crags of this rocky knoll…..
…whilst I supervised them carefully from a comfortable spot by the tree trunk. Forty winks? No, no – I was just resting my eyes. Honest.
The final section of path on this route climbs a small rise before dropping down into the campsite. The views were magnificent – particularly of Buckbarrow, one of Wasdale’s less well known fells.