Sunday, 2 November 2014

Lakes 2014: Day Six



Thanks to sickness bugs, nosebleeds, bad weather, and good weather (!) it wasn't until the sixth day of the holiday - and the last full day at Langdale - that we finally went up a hill.

Due to its proximity to the campsite, the fact that we'd heard it has good views, and because we really didn't fancy trying Pike O'Blisco again after last time, we decided to wander up Lingmoor Fell. Sam's first Wainwright (and my second fourth, after Middle Fell, Loughrigg Fell, and Hallin Fell).

Unfortunately, the ridiculous humidity meant that it wasn't as easygoing as we were expecting at first, but once we'd got to the top of the first incline, it was a really fun and relaxing walk.

I wanted to keep going and to see where we ended up, but Sam was getting hangry. As we had already eaten our snacks, this was the cue to head to the pub to fill up on food before spending a lazy last night relaxing at the campsite, listening to Night Vale.














Sunday, 26 October 2014

Lakes 2014: Day Five



The Friday was a relaxed one: the chaos from the flameless cookbox the previous day (a rant-filled post for another day) meant that we had to head over to Ambleside to pick up some new cookwear to replace it. And while we were there, Sam finally gave in to my constant demands to spend some time in Waterhead.

I know it can be a bit touristy, but it really is a nice place to have a sit (and a chocolate-covered ice cream) and just relax.





I'd asked Sam to hold my ice cream while I ran off to take a photo. I came back to him looking less-than happy because people had walked past him, seen the two ice creams, and had given him a Look.

Best. Beer garden. Ever.




After that we returned to the campsite, fired up the new portable BBQ, and took in some of the wildlife that seemed to be really interested in Sam's sausages.
(I know, I heard it too. Sorry.)








Next time: Lingmoor Fell on a cloudy Saturday.

Sunday, 19 October 2014

Lakes 2014: Day Four



Having recovered from whatever it was that had felled me on the Tuesday, I would have been well up for a bit of an incline for day four. But unfortunately, the Yeti and I were apparently taking it in turns to get ill, and so the small hours of the Thursday saw Sam have a nosebleed of epic proportions.

So once Sam had been filled with bacon sandwiches from the campsite shop*, we had a think about what we could do to pass the time until he felt fit to go up a hill. He suggested - much to my dismay - driving over the Wrynose and Harknott passes. His reasoning was sound: at the end of the week we would be driving to Wasdale to stay at the campsite there, so it made sense to see how the car coped with the steepest road in England while it was empty of the camping gear, rather than just going straight for it on the Sunday and hoping for the best.



I still wasn't happy about it, though.

I had been on that route before with an ex and had spent the entire journey mildly hysterical, hanging on to the handle above the passenger-side door and occasionally closing my eyes rather tightly - all while being told off for doing these as he helpfully reminded me "if we crash and fall down there, you're still going to die; holding onto that handle won't help you". In fairness, I suppose that route isn't the best for a driver and a passenger that are both afraid of heights.

But Sam insisted on driving that route and on me going with him as he did so (in an attempt to calm my fears). I still spent some of the journey with my eyes shut, holding onto the passenger-side handle, but the overwhelming desire to play with my camera meant that I spent most of the time taking photos rather than whimpering in fear.



There were still one or two hairy moments - like one driver who didn't understand passing places forcing Sam to do a hill start on the steepest road in England - but on the whole it wasn't too awful.




Although we did end up going back to Langdale from the top of the Hardknott Pass (that is, I begged Sam not to do the descent over the other side) and I persuaded Sam to drive the, ahem, scenic route to Wasdale that weekend. But you know, little steps.




After a decent lunch at the Old Dungeon Ghyll, Sam and I decided to attempt a route I'd found from the campsite up to Pike O'Blisco (which I've been meaning to hike for ages). It didn't look too steep, so we figured that it shouldn't be too hard for Sam (who was still poorly) or me (who was still just generally unfit).

Alas, a touch of heatstroke and Sam not being as recovered as first thought put paid to the route a few miles in, but it was still nice to see a bit of Langdale I'd not explored before.







We returned to the campsite to relax and make our evening meals. It was here that the flameless cook box decided to be really ironic and spoil my dinner in the process (though a Snickers bar and a load of nuts proved a decent substitute... I really do eat like a student). But that's a ranty post for another day.


Next time: I don't care how touristy it is, Waterhead is lovely and I want to go back there. Also: tent-based bunny and bird-watching.


*Side note: if you're staying at the NT Great Langdale campsite in the summer during the week (and probably before the school holidays), you may have the opportunity to buy a bacon sandwich. Take that opportunity. You will not be disappointed.

Monday, 22 September 2014

Lakes 2014: Day Three


Having been woken up at 6am by crows fighting over the second-hand veg from the illness the night before, I wasn't feeling too fantastic overall and so while weather-wise, Wednesday had started far better than the previous day, we decided that we should probably put plans involving hills and inclines generally to one side for now.

So instead, we decided to (finally!) have a quick nosy around Mickleden. And I can confirm that yes: it is bloody gorgeous.
As a direct result, please prepare for an a very photo-heavy post...













After that, we walked over to the Sticklebarn for a well-deserved pint. All routes to pubs should look like this...


And after that, we relaxed at the campsite for a bit, reading Night Vale transcripts and eating Revels before taking a stroll over to Blea Tarn to watch the sunset. Unfortunately it wasn't nearly as incredible as last summer's, but it was still a nice way to end the day. 




Next Time: Day 4 - driving up the steepest road in England in a Nissan Micra, Walking up a new path for a little bit (before succumbing to the heat), and the "flameless cookbox" that was anything but.

Flashback: VideoDay 1, Day 2 (am/pm)