|Cairn at the top of Holme Fell|
I fell out of bed around 9:45am, stuck the kettle on and settled down with a coffee and an OS map. By the time Steve joined me 10 mins later I'd decided that Holme Fell and Black Crag looked like a good idea today on account of the fact it was blowing a hoolie outside. Whilst he finished his coffee and brekkie and perused a copy of TGO (who said men can't multi task!) I sorted the food and the flasks, whilst simultaneously getting dressed and eating brekkie. I then did the washing up using the hot water I'd used to warm the flasks before quickly clearing the cat litter. (Women can multi task and save the planet!)
Finally tearing himself away from TGO Steve then organised his camera bag and clothing and sorted out the waterproof trousers, mine being easy to spot on account of the "invisible mend" (bright blue gaffa tape over the hole I created plunging down Grey Crag on my backside.). By now there were piles of food and clothing in the kitchen and hallway so time to start stuffing bags.
|Spotted this little fella near the top of|
Surprisingly we made it to Yew Tree Tarn before lunch, and then began the hardest part of most walks, finding the starting point. The route around the tarn was easy enough to spot but it took a few goes for us to locate the path up Holme Fell, this sort of hunting is not helped by the fact that I am the most impatient person I know and within 5 paces of where I think we should be turning off I start attempting to scale walls and crawl through bogs.
|Rainbow. Taken from a bog somewhere near|
We quickly got to the top of Black Crag and were blown sideways again whilst this time scoffing tea and a slab of malt loaf which was over a month past it's sell by date, but as malt loaf has a half life rather than a shelf life I think we'll be fine. Have to say the views from Black Crag were stunning and we've named it "4 lakes fell" on account of the fact from the summit you have clear views of Windermere, Esthwaite, Coniston and Tarn Hows.
The route down was pretty straightforward, mainly retracing our route up but with fewer bogs and more footpaths. We were soon back at the car, restuffing it with assorted muddy waterproofs and boots before heading home. Once home the faffing began all over again; wet clothes here, muddy boots there, flasks to be washed, wrappers to be thrown away and, most importantly, coffees to be made, tea cakes to be toasted and feet to be put up as we sank into the sofa. The best things in life are always worth a little effort, don't you think?
|Sun through the clouds over Coniston.|