|Ullswater from St Sunday Crag|
|Foxglove along Raise Beck|
Actually, perhaps I do have something against them - the click, click, clickety noise they make as they scratch across the rocks. When a large party approaches, all of whom are wielding 2 sticks each, the noise is rather reminiscent of an old "Invasion of the Giant Ants" style B movie. Those always scared me as a kid, maybe that's why I'm not fond of them.
|Route up St Sunday Crag from Fairfield|
To summit all 214 "Wainwrights" is a milestone for many and, on some levels, it is an admirable achievement. But if all they have been is a "to do" list; done once via one route before moving on to the next challenge, then perhaps that's missing the whole point. I'm going to take the lead from the man himself, 13 years seems about long enough to explore the fells in the right amount of detail. Plus the fells are only one small part of Cumbria; suddenly 13 years doesn't seem nearly long enough.
|The finest quartz crystal of the day. Honest.|
We took the easy option back and rather than summit Fairfield again we dropped down the path from Deepdale Hause to Grisedale Tarn before heading back down Raise Beck to the car. Much has been said about the awfulness of the summer this year, but maybe all those rainy days just make you appreciate the good days even more. We arrived home with a rosy glow and the sort of tired ache in your limbs that can only be cured by a cold beer. Heineken don't make days on the fells, but if they did...