|Crinkle Crags in a puddle|
Anyway, back to the start, because one of the things that has struck me today is how appropriate, or not, some of the names in the Lake District are, so let's do this walk and evaluate the names along the way. At the time of writing this I haven't researched any names locally, so if you can shed any light on any of them, please let me know.
|ScaFell & friends. (c) Steve Pipe|
We slid our way up Buscoe to reach the most appropriately named spot of the day; "Three Tarns" where there were indeed, three tarns. Or at least the frozen remains of them anyway. I was a little disappointed not to find a pub there because a) it's a great name for a pub and b) I could really have done with a pie and a pint around about then. I should also report that it was mind numbingly cold at this point and what little breath I had left was taken by the views.
|Bow Fell & one of the 3 Tarns (c) Steve Pipe|
Anyway, we made it back to Delores just as it was getting dark (she's our main transport since our car died; the name comes from her air of faded grandeur and is utterly appropriate). Apologies Blisco, no hard feelings, I promise we'll be back to visit you and your infamous cairn soon, let's face it we're fast running out of excuses and other fells in your vicinity to distract us, so maybe next time, eh?
|Beautiful frozen waterfall. (c) Steve Pipe|