Bannerdale Crags, a quiet way in.
Blencathra, Saddleback, whichever name you choose it is one great mountain, and the fact that Sharp Edge is one way up adds to its pull. It is a lump of a hill, sitting next to Skiddaw and there are many delicious ways to explore the ridges valleys and tops that make up the massif. For me, Sharp Edge has been calling for a while, it was a target for the week, and it produced a great climb, walk and with the weather sitting pretty we had great views Southwards over the entire Lake District, North to Scotland and over the lumps and bumps of Skiddaw.
Glenderamackin River, near Mungrisdale, a great back road to a quiet part of the fells.
Bannerdale and its crags.
We were heading over Bannerdale, to slide quietly alongside Foule Crag, to the base Sharp Edge and climb this challenging narrow ridge. a short scramble that leads to Atkinson Pike and then to Hallsfell Top, the summit of Blencathra.
Atkinson Pike in the distance. First look.
Bannerdale Crags from above.
Coffee time, happy days.
Sheep and first sight of Sharp Edge.
To save losing to much height we skirted under Foule Crag and came up over Brunt Knott, Scales Tarn below and the Edge above, time to strap everything down and get on up. It’s a great climb, I thoroughly enjoyed clambering along, leading the way for our small group. Seeing the world drop away around you as you get higher up the ridge. Until the last section, which is a clamber up a gully to the final path to Atkinson Pike and then on towards Blencathra itself. Fantastic views, Scales Tarn below, the mountain, the people and the weather. One of the best days for me I think. I love these short, sharp (sorry) little climbs, standing on an edge and the fall of the mountain all around, sliding down to the tarn on one side and crags on the other.
Heading under Foule Crag.
At the base of Sharp Edge.
The real start point, go a bit left from here for the real ridge.
Pete, Kath and Mike, were trusting me to find a good line, so we stayed as close to the top of the ridge as I could get, well done to them for following and trusting to it. It would have been too easy though guys to take a lower line, I know you agree with me. :-) Everyone was happy to have completed the climb and to come out at the top as the paths level and join the other slightly more level ways to Hallsfell Top.
On the way now, no backing out.
Mike getting his feet sorted out.
Really getting into it now.
A couple of people ahead, clambering up to the ridge from a lower path.
All good fun.
And up some more.
These climbs are some of the best in the UK, no ropes needed, just a head for heights and a bit of enthusiasm. The scenery is second to none, Wainwright stayed here most of his life, with good reason, there is so much here, for all levels, from novice to mountaineer.
Loving every moment.
Happy smiling faces, always a good sign.
Coming out onto the top of the gully, a bit more space and less need to hang on.
Short but very, very good.
To be out on this kind of day is such luxury, taking in the scenery, the nod of hello to passing strangers on the hill. The week was a mix of weather and friends, regrouping in the evenings to catch up on a day of walking or visiting. Life going slow and savouring all the little bits, so good to be part of it.
Possibly one of the most disappointing summit cairns in the lakes. Hallsfell Top.
Sharp Edge from the summit.
Scales Tarn and my target for a lunchtime picnic spot.
Pete, contemplating life and the boiling of water for coffee, always a good idea.
Reflecting on the day.
After lunch, we headed into the valleys and a parting of the ways, I fancied a stroll along the river and the others chose to head up for a look out from Souther Fell before we met up again at the pub for a post walk drink.
One last look back.
Waterfalls and pools and fresh cool air.
The start of something big perhaps?
This is the best…
Cold and fresh and lovely on the feet. With time to spare and the sun shining down on a great finish to the day.
Cold and fresh and lovely on the feet, I love to have a little dip if the chance comes up. I think I got the best of the deal with the others staying high and in the heat of the afternoon, a great finish to the day.
Just a place to stop and relax, I’ll be back here soon.
Water once again doing its thing.
And of course, since we had climbed Sharp Edge, I was entitled to a pint of Sharp Edge Bitter in the pub before we headed away.
A Walk, A Pint and a sunny day.
We had a drink at the Mill Inn, Mungrisdale. Very nice, definitely would recommend it. Another great day on the Fells of the Lake District, Sharp Edge was great fun, and as always it is made better by the company.
I’m still catching up on all these posts so stay with me, there’s more to come. In the mean time, enjoy the summer, and enjoy the journey, you spend more time getting there than being there.