On Saturday we'd been off apple pressing at Staveley and nipped up Reston Scar to see what we could see. Turns out we could see Kentmere Pike and that seemed as good a place as any for a Sunday hike. The apple pressing went well too and apple juice is making a refreshing change from apple jam, apple chutney, apple pie, apple jelly and apple sauce. As least you can mix the juice with vodka for a little variety.
Having learned that fell tops and lunch breaks are rarely a comfortable combo, we paused for lunch at Wrengill Quarry and spotted some sheep which were far more furry than woolly. Steve instantly named them Shagpile Sheep and even though someone has very kindly informed they are in fact Swaledales (or Swardles), I think I might stick with Shagpile Sheep as it describes them so perfectly.