| This is the view from my bed and breakfast lodgings. Ooooo! |  |
| So is this. |  |
| Blencathra, seen from the South. That's where we're headed. |  |
| We're heading towards Scales Tarn, having decided to do Sharp Edge... |  |
| ... and we're just about to be battered by our first hailstorm. |  |
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| Frozen grass stems. |  |
| Waterfall |  |
| Having given up trying to stand in the wind, I have decided to lie down instead and get coffee blown in my face. |  |
| We're just setting off up Sharp Edge. The later portion of the edge (visible as a dip) is rather steep on both sides. It is not recommended if windy or icy. |  |
| This bit is proving difficult to pass as it's very icy and the wind is gale-force. There is a very steep gulley to the right (and a long way down!) and the face leading to the summit ridge is very exposed. |  |
| On with the crampons. |  |
| We're still here, debating whether we should have brought the ice axes and a rope. We should have. We can't get past. |  |
| Graham does not enjoy facing into hail while I try and take pictures! |  |
| Scales Fell.
Temperature ~0 centigrade. Wind ~ 40 mph. |
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| The ridge of Scales Fell again, a little further down. |  |
| One of the local people has recently passed this way! |  |
| This is Graham's room. I'm stood at the door!
Ha ha! |
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| This is looking at Buckstone Hows and Yewcrag Quarries, across Honister Pass. We are heading over Fleetwith to Haystacks. |  |
| As this area has been mined and quarried many years ago, there are many old artifacts to look at. Honister Slate Mine has reopened as a tourist attraction. It does guided tours in the mines and sells assorted slate products. |  |
| This is Dub's Hut. Formerly one of the quarry buildings, it has been rebuilt as a shelter. |  |
| Looks quite palatial, really. |  |
| Another lump of industrial God-knows-what. |  |
| Looking in the direction of Haystacks (centre), High Crag and High
Stile to the right.
Compare this view with the one taken later! |
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| And again. |  |
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| Buttermere and Crummock Water. |  |
| High Stile and Red Pike. |  |
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| Just a rock formation that caught my eye. All the strata have completely separated. |  |
| Buttermere and Crummock Water again, with Peggy's Bridge and Gatesgarth Farm. |  |
| Innominate Tarn, with Pillar in the background. |  |
| On top of Haystacks (which of the two peaks, exactly?), enjoying coffee and cake. |  |
| It's playtime, and all the toys have to come out! |  |
| Back the way we came. |  |
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| I like this view. Compare this view with the one taken earlier! |  |
| More old industrial stuff. |  |
| Graham is about to tuck into an enormous plateful of food. I'm just about to dive headfirst into the pizza! |  |
| Leaving for home.
A traditional Lake District scene! |
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| Why are there so many sheep in the Lake District?
Well, they have been put there to soak up the excess rain to stop the roads flooding. Over the next three months, the sheep will dry out to restore nature's balance. |
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| This is the pub at the top of Kirkstone Pass. Is it still run by the Horrendous Fat Scousers? |  |
| The house on the bridge in Ambleside. Obviously built by someone anxious to avoid ground rent. |  |
| Sat in the Piano Bar cafe. I must be fidgety as I'm taking pictures out of the window. |  |
| The world's most stupid hat. It seems a very good match for my jacket, however! |  |
| If there's one thing that's come to symbolise the Lake District for
me, it's this.
Rainwater on slate. |
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| Here's me... |  |
| ... and Graham. |  |
| This is a view of the ridge up to the plateau, which we have failed to get over... |  |
| ... because we can't get past this bit.
Next time, perhaps! |
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