Adults Only Weekend Part 1 – Easedale Round   17 comments

I love my kids, bless ’em, but there comes a time in every doting mum and dads life where they need some quality time away from their constant maintenance. Born over a few beers in Little Langdale a few years ago the rather weakly punned “Adults Only” weekend has been a great hit for our little band of University friends the past few autumns. A chance for everyone to relax and enjoy a decent walk without spending the whole day encouraging the kids to keep going.

Far Easedale

Far Easedale

We returned to the Travellers Inn at Grasmere, a convivial Lakeland pub with nice rooms and great food. I wasn’t encouraged by the forecast but news reached us via ED that Saturday was set to be stonking and that was before EWO had arrived. The old apprentice was right though and the day looked promising as we all faffed about in the car park, which is what forty-something’s do I guess. To the east Fairfield’s ridges towered above us swathed in cloud but to the west the lower rocky hills above Easdale looked clear and bathed in sunlight under a patchy blue sky.

9 miles, 2,700 feet of ascent

Easy choice although I was expecting crowds, Grasmere is a real tourist fleshpot and I imagined numerous fair-weather hikers clad in brand new brightly coloured and rarely used gear cluttering up the paths. That’s the walking snob coming out in me I guess – sorry 🙂

Far Easedale

Far Easedale

It had clearly not long stopped raining as the first field was absolutely sodden and the air dripping with misty cloud patches as the sun tried it’s best to dry out the views. The combination of this together with the shafts of sunlight and deep browns of autumn on the hillside was glorious. It’s easy to forget sometimes, amongst the crowds, the tea-shops, cheesy souvenirs and insanely expensive car parks just how beautiful the Lake District is. I’d not really explored Easedale since my university years and its collection of rocky knolls bouncing ghylls and secretive tarns is seductive. With promise of sunshine and a the clarity of the air you get after a period of rain I was really looking forward to the walk as was everyone else. Off the leash they were bounding with enthusiasm, in so much as any of us can bound these days

Far Easedale

The Laydees

From the first few strides across the fields it was clear that wet feet was to be the order of day. A landscape can only soak up so much water and the Lake District was clearly full. Every field, path and hollow was smeared in mud and every hollow higher up was oozing bog. Conditions that mandated boots and gaiters so I wore trail shoes and spent pretty much the whole day with light unencumbered, but wet and cold feet especially at the latter end of the day but more of that later.

We paused as ever at the stepping-stones to see if someone would do the decent thing and fall in but despite noisy encouragement even TBF declined to do a crowd pleaser.

Tongue Gill

No sense of theatre

Frustrated and disappointed we headed off into Easedale as the skies cleared revealing large patches of blue sky squeezed between some rather darker clouds.


Autumnal Ramblers

The light was just fantastic and I gave thanks to whatever greater power was dealing out my good fortune with another spellbinding autumn day amongst a truly appalling spell of weather. Sourmilk Ghyll across the valley was looking every bit its name streaking the hillside.

Sourmilk Gill

Sourmilk Gill

Helm Crag, Far Easedale

Helm Crag over Far Easedale

We took to the path up Far Easedale and turned to head up the knobbly ridge towards Tarn Crag. The path was fine and quiet and draws you up without much effort towards its summit.

Tarn Crag

The climb to Tarn Crag

Grasmere, Easedale

Grasmere & Easedale

From below it looks dramatic but up top its just another knoll that scatter this upland region. Most of the tops round there are all around 2,000 feet but the terrain is complex and gives it a tougher feel than its height and close proximity to Grasmere would have you believe. The views across Helm Crag (complete with Rainbow) to Fairfield were just staggering.

Helm Crag, Fairfield, Seat Sandal

Helm Crag, Fairfield, Seat Sandal

The clarity of the light combined with the brown/blue contrast between hillside and sky compelled a rest. So we did. One our party had to return home the same day so we had a longish stop before she had to head down. As always a time for some oft-repeated stories and general mickey-taking for all.

Tarn Crag

Old people need to rest

Codale Head, Tarn Crag

Codale Head and Tarn Crag

From Tarn crag the way became much rougher and wetter, hard though that was to imagine. After a brief and light hailstorm we stopped properly for lunch on the slopes below Codale Head. A dark and brooding spot but the views east kept us happy.

Eastern Fells, Codale Head

Eastern Fells from Codale Head

On to the high point of the day Sergeant Man, a prominent rocky knoll becalmed in a sea of boggy tarns. It was exceptionally wet up here, a challenge to pick your way dryshod.

Sergeant Man

Sergeant Man

For the first time in the day we saw some crowds. There were are least 20 people milling about near the top and it was suddenly, shockingly and blisteringly cold. The cold front was upon us and the warm air of the earlier part of the day and had turned decidedly wintry. We had planned to take in High Raise but its a bland and boggy top and doesn’t possess the interest and intrigue of the lower hills. No time to hang about so we plodded off along the broad rock studded ridge that leads back to Grasmere. Scrambling about the various rocky piles is a delight and as there were several regular descent options we thought of continuing until we’d had enough and then head down. I was in my element as I love these complex turning ridges with the micro-landscapes of rocks, gullies and little scrambles, each one with its own character and particular views. Pavey Ark and Harrison Stickle were now visible, looking dark and a forbidding cast in complete shadow.

Stickle Tarn

Sunset over Stickle Tarn

From then on we were treated to one of natures light shows. For 30 minutes the sun appeared and disappeared behind stormy clouds and hail showers over Langdale sending shafts of sunlight like searchlights across the sky and illuminating the rocks and hollows where we walked.

Langdale, sunset

Rays of light

Langdale, sunset


Langdale, sunset

Setting sun

We stood in awe and applauded the show. I’ve not seen a sunset quite like that before in many years on the hills. It’s one of those moments that despite the numb cold in the hands you just don’t want to tear yourself away and head down.

Langdale, sunset

All weathers

sunset, grasmere

The sun and the hail

Sunset, Coniston Fells

Sunset over the Coniston Fells

Then reality kicks in. You’re 1,500 feet up in the hills, a few miles from the road on a compex ridge with steep descents – and you’ve just watched the sun set, yes SUNSET which normally precedes NIGHT and DARKNESS. You suddenly realise why you haven’t seen a soul in the last hour, they’ve all gone home. And of course you now realise there is not a chance in hell you’ll get back down in daylight across some pretty rough and boggy terrain. Still it was well worth it and how hard can it be. Then you look at the map and realise you have to traverse a countour-less tract called Blind Tarn Moss and you sigh – they didn’t give it that name for nothing. You look at your already sodden and peat stained trail shoes with a knowing look and head for the pub.

Sunset, Coniston Fells

Eternal Weather Optimism

So how was it, this treacherous descent through the crags and bog. Well I’ve built it up for dramatic effect as any good writer would, but it was actually great fun (apart from one clumsy oaf who turned his ankle in an extravagant and expletive filled manner on the flat farm track at the bottom of the valley). It was very, very wet and slippery with numerous slips and slides and several unpleasant watery graves for any remaining dry feet but we all had a great laugh and, well, we did have the hillsides to ourself. Actually got me thinking I should do a night hike in the winter. On a clear frosty moonlit night above the trees I reckon it would be rather splendid.

You can read Marks superb write up the day here

Great Castle How

Sunset on Great Castle How

Back at the pub by 6 and time for a cheeky pre-evening meal beer to celebrate a fine day of fine views great walking and breathtaking views. Like the party animals we are, we ate and drank heartily (some even stretched to 3 pints) and crawled into bed at the ungodly hour of 11pm.

We’d have to do it all over again the next day – bring it on!

17 responses to “Adults Only Weekend Part 1 – Easedale Round

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  1. You’ve beaten me too it! I’m half-way through my account and now feel like I should go back and make substantial revisions. Bit weird that. Anyway – top-notch day that, the more I think about it the more I realise that that was one from the top drawer. Cracking post btw – loved the video as ever (I’ve had a go too, but something seems to have gone awry). The picture captions are a bit harsh – old people? autumnal ramblers? What are you trying to say?
    Three whole pints! Boy – we know how to throw a party.
    Can’t go wrong with a bit of Gomez.


    • I really enjoyed that day, even the darkness at the end was a bit of fun. Like you I’ve never seen a sunset quite like that especially that orange glow of the rocks. I think I’ve fallen into the “we went this way, then that way” style again (I’ve just read your post) so you’ve raised the bar – I need to be a little more creative I think.

      The Gomez tune and title fitted the day just perfectly


      • I think it’s pretty hard to regularly write about walks without occasionally describing the route! I don’t actually think there’s anything wrong with that – and your post certainly doesn’t suffer for it – I enjoyed reading it.
        I enjoyed the challenge of trying to do something different for a change too. Probably do something more conventional for the second day.


        • True I guess. Just striving to create something different but I’m not the creative type. If you need research and planning I’m your man but anything creative is beyond me. I think we both agreed that primarily the blog is personal, a recollection or diary to record my life outdoors.

          I’m pretty chuffed that I have a nice little following who seem to like my efforts at a “magnificent octopus” and my photos (I just had my first 1000+ hits in a month) and are kind enough to take time and comment but mostly I just enjoy re-living some great days like this one


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  3. 3 pints eh? I don’t really drink myself, but I do know that these days 4 pints makes Geoff throw up half the night. Didn’t used to be like that……….
    Lovely light in the photos. 🙂


    • I don’t drink that much these days (although Mark and me could share some stories of alcohol fuelled misadventures and misbehaviours from our past). I’m a responsible IT professional these days. Mind you I was out last night and drank a quite ludicrous and far from sensible amount and paid a heavy price – let’s just say I did a “Geoff” 🙂

      The light that afternoon was just amazing, hopefully my photos captured some of the flavour


  4. Amazing! The area is so beautiful. When can I come visit? 😉


    • The Lake District is Britains most well known National Park and can be ober-run with people but it is undeniably beautiful. You should make it a top priority for a visit when you visit the UK although there are countless other stunning mountain regions in our small island 🙂


  5. A pedant writes: the figures you give – 2700 feet of ascent – how did you calculate that? We started, I would guess, at about 100m, climbed to just over 700m and came back down again. I don’t recall any significant reascents at all. Did the piddly bits of up and down really amount to another 700 feet?


  6. Wow, what a place and what photos. Your photos are very artistic.


  7. That Sunset over the Coniston Fells is a great picture…. none of mine ever come out like that!


    • Thanks David – I’m by no means an expet. Just point and press a few times and fiddle about with a few basic settings and it seems to work ok. The light that afternoon as amazing so it wasn’t that hard to capture a few decent shots


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