On the Saturday of our Easter weekend I stayed at home with TBH, who, unfortunately, was suffering from her worst bout yet of labyrinthitis. Most of the rest of the party went for a swim in the Kent at Levens. It really was that warm, which is hard to believe now that it’s late May and the wind is howling outside beneath grey skies.
Easter Sunday was B’s birthday. How to entertain a teenager on their birthday? Fortunately, B was happy to fall in with our plans for a shortish walk up Harter Fell, followed by a swim in the River Duddon. TBH was feeling much better, but not well enough to want to join us.
…is Birks Bridge, where we planned to have a dip after our walk.
You can see that the water is crystal clear. Deceptively deep too, it was possible, we later found, to jump from these rocks into the water without hitting the bottom.
First of all though, we had a hill to climb. The initial ascent was very steep and it was unseasonably hot. Here we are…
…resting after the first steep pull.
This rocky tor…
…is Maiden Castle. It’s very imposing and we’d picked it out from the car park as somewhere worth visiting. Actually, around the far side it can be easily scaled via a grassy ramp. That’s be sat on the top.
From this point on, not only did the angle ease, but there were lots more rocky knolls, so that a variety of different entertaining options for scrambling to the top were available. Andy and the DBs were in their element. I followed on more slowly, picking my route and avoiding some of the steeper sections they sort-out.
At the top itself, there were plenty of sheltered spots for some lunch and a sunbathe…
But also lots more rocky knolls to enjoy…
B tells me that this photo…
…gives a misleading impression about the route he is climbing, which, apparently, was “much steeper than that!”
A and B have been up here once before, although I’m not sure how well they remember that visit , it was a long time ago after all.
Hazy view of the hills around Upper Eskdale.
Bird’s-eye view of Hardknott Roman Fort.
We chose the simple option of retracing our steps down to the valley. By this time, the haze had begun to clear and the views were improving.
The others were setting a cracking pace, no doubt eager for the swim to come, but I was distracted by the great number of Peacock and Orange-tip butterflies which were flying.
Orange-tips are one of those species of butterfly which rarely seem to land, at least when I have my camera handy. Fortunately, there were other distractions…
…I love the way the almost lime green new Beech leaves complement the layer of old orange leaves which always blanket the ground beneath Beeches.
They look pretty good against a blue sky too.
Eventually, a couple of Orange-tips decided to oblige and pose for photos…
All that and a swim still to come!
Andy has photos of us swimming (as well as lots more pictures of the DBs scrambling). The water was refreshing of course, but not as cold, frankly, as I thought it might be. My theory is that the rivers are a good bet after prolonged dry spells, which is exactly what we’d just had. Once you were immersed, it wasn’t bad at all, and even Little S, who has no padding whatsoever and often suffers with the cold, managed a good long swim.
Little S and I both like to climb a hill on our Birthdays if possible. I think this might be a first for B, but the combination of sunshine, old friends, some scrambling, and a swim is surely a hard act to follow.