It was a very strange day - stupidly warm in the valley; Claire and I walked up Mousethwaite Combe in shirt sleeves - yet spent lunch on top of Bowscale Fell in windproofs and multiple fleeces.
The original idea was Blencathra - perfect for a shortish day; dropping Claire's car at the garage to be fixed and then needing to do lots of school work in the evening. However; arriving (depressingly out of breath) at the top of the Combe we looked to a cloud-wreathed Blencathra. We also arrived to some lunatic farmer type gunning his quad bike and doing a Lewis Hamilton impression - without his skill level. After almost running down so poor innocent dog wandering around he gunned up off Souther Fell at high speed.
To avoid him we dropped down to the little troll bridge which crosses the River Glenderamackin; and from there started the very steep pull up the shoulder of Bannerdale Crags. This was another odd day of weather - a stop for tea and cake halfway up necessitated pulling on lots of clothes - yet these were immediately shed once we started uphill. I have run down this way on several occasions yet have never gone to the top - so touching the cairn was a new hill for me. We then ambled across the plateau and squelched up onto the summit of Bowscale Fell. A cold lunch was taken before we descended the same way. At the junction of the paths we headed across the plateau to the col between Bannerdale Crags and Blencathra. A descent of the valley of the River Glenderamackin followed - on the Sharp Edge side for a change.
Our final obstacle of the day was almost being run over by a flying mountain biker at the head of Mousethwaite Combe....which was like an oven - crazy for mid november...when will it snow?
Pictures below.
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