|Pike of Blisco is the big lump on the left.|
|A fellow hiker.|
|Collective noun for Paragliders anyone?|
One of the benefits of everyone being in the area for the marathon was that almost no-one was there for the hiking and we had the fell pretty much to ourselves. As we were making our way up Brown Howse we had some excellent views of proper climbers over on Gimmer Crag. I have a deep admiration for proper climbers as I lack the dexterity, flexibility and, if I'm honest, courage to launch myself up a rock face so will forever have to content myself with only achieving the grade of "hiker" so far as the great outdoors is concerned.
|View from the summit. Minus elderly gent.|
Making our way past another group of proper climbers getting some practice in on the craggy outcrops, we were soon on the summit and I was not prepared for the view. I expected the stunning views along the Langdale Valley but hadn't banked on the glorious vista which stretched down along the length of Windermere. We settled down with a flask of tea (dented) and an Eccles Cake while we took it all in. As we sat there congratulating ourselves on our strenuous hike and elderly gentleman sprinted past and with a cheery "afternoon" was gone again in the general direction of Wetherlam. Pesky fell runners.
|View from descent.|
We'd heard a lot about Blea Tarn and although it's small as tarns go it is in an idyllic setting and we caught it just right, arriving as the late afternoon sun was illuminating the surrounding fells and creating the most spectacular reflections. I sank onto a nearby bench downing tea and painkillers as I enjoyed the view and negotiated with my back to hold out for just an hour or so longer.
As numbness blissfully kicked in we headed on down via the National Trust campsite and back to the car. Interestingly there were still 2 other cars in the field when we got there so either some other hikers had managed to sneak past the officials too or there were a couple of poor runners still out there somewhere. Or perhaps they were in the pub already, I've only ever run one marathon but I do recall beer being rather high on the list of things required in the immediate aftermath. Purely for medicinal reasons you understand. Whatever the reason, it made an unusual change not to be the last car in the car park as, underwear retrieved for the final time, we headed for home.
|Windermere sunset en route home.|