After the short walk the day before it looked a good day to go for a longer trek, knowing that there were some short cuts nearer the end of the planned route. It's a walk we had done before, although the last time Poppy had fallen over right next to a long drop down to a waterfall, we passed that point this time with more care!
Walkers: Tim, Caroline, Grace (13), Evie (10), Poppy (7)
9:53, 0.0km 0h00 0m, Start (100)
12:54, 6.2km 3h01 731m, Crinkle Crags South Top (First Crinkle) (834, Hewitt)
13:17, 6.8km 3h23 787m, Crinkle Crags-Long Top (Second Crinkle) (859, Hewitt, Wainwright)
13:55, 7.5km 4h01 804m, Shelter Crags (815, Hewitt)
15:05, 9.4km 5h11 986m, Bowfell (902, Wainwright, Hewitt)
18:54, 17.9km 9h01 1093m, End (103)
We drove down and parked in the National Trust car park next to the Old Dungeon Ghyll hotel.
Setting off with an easy flat section with a great view of most of the walk to come.
Looking up the valley to the Crinkle Crags.
Evie, too cool for school.
Poppy, leading our friends up the relentless path.
And safely past the 'waterfall of near death', up to the flatter section, looking at the ridge to come.
Evie, still cool, with refreshments.
Crinkle Crags, the Hewitt, getting slightly colder and a little less view.
Moving on, looking towards the second crinkle.
Occasional views down the valley.
Poppy, looking at Grace who had (as ever) gone up ahead and was heading for the fun way up.
My girls working out how to get up the bad step. Grace first, who then helped Poppy up. Lily then found us half way up, and seeing that Poppy had made it up was determined to follow her, so Grace helped another one up. I bravely followed, and was very proud I didn't need Grace's help!
Lily and Poppy at the Crinkle (the Wainwright), a little windy...
Myself at the Wainwright.
Panorama, looking down the valley with Lingmoor on the right hand side.
Shelter Crags, Grace is not looking impressed at having to wait for the rest of us. At this point Jo turned right and headed back to the pub for a drink, the rest of us somehow decided that carrying on walking was the better plan.
So up we went, in the direction of Bow Fell.
The view from the top of Bow Fell was not, after all, worth climbing up for.
However, coming back down towards Angle Tarn, the clouds cleared and the low sun was amazing.
I have to admit I took quite a few versions of this photo, trying to capture the awesome green colours of the grass.
Angle Tarn, mirror like.
Slightly more disturbed now.
Poppy, contemplating just how far back we had to go to get to the car.
Back to flat ground, looking back across the valley floor to Lingmoor.
Great light again at the end of a long day.