Barrow Door Letterboxing

Saturday’s weather was forecast to be the least disappointing, so Laetitia and I opted to reserve Sunday for a trip to Kendal Wall and use the lack of rain as motivation to go for a walk. Unfortunately I find walking only a little less dull than running. And that’s only because of the lack of knee-pain caused by running. More “Barrow Door Letterboxing”

Hmmmmm, Sachertorte…

Our lovely friend Dalma sent us a postcard from Vienna with a recipe for Sachertorte. I simply had to make it, but we decided that we’d have to expend a few calories before we could eat it. More “Hmmmmm, Sachertorte…”

Holme Fell Scramble and Letterboxing

The scramble up the west ridge of Raven Crag, leading up on to Holme Fell, is a lovely easy way to gain height. Perfect to blow the cobwebs out of our heads following last night’s partyMore “Holme Fell Scramble and Letterboxing”

Winter Camping on Kinder (again)

It’s become a tradition to go winter camping at Woolpacks on Kinder, and this year we managed to pick a properly cold night to do it! We left our car in Hope and hiked up Lose Hill before taking the path round the southern side through Brockett Booth plantation. By this stage it was snowing lightly but with high cloud the views were lovely. Since I’ve never seen the Mam Tor landslide up close, we headed down to there from Hollins Cross, and then climbed Mam Tor, getting there just as the rather cold wind was picking up, and the light was starting to fade. Rather than hang about in the cold, we headed back down the ridge to Hollins Cross and then dropped down to Edale for dinner at The Old Nag’s Head.

Rachel points out the Mam Tor landslide.
Rachel points out the Mam Tor landslide.

After a pleasant dinner, a couple of pints, and the chance to warm up, we went outside to find it pitch black and snowing steadily. We climbed the steep track to Grindslow Knoll and then – unlike last year when I spent ages floundering around in peat hags in thick fog – quickly found the track on the South edge of Kinder that goes towards Jacob’s Ladder. At Woolpacks we managed to find a nice flat sheltered spot tucked underneath the rocks, and quickly got the tent up and crawled inside.

Settling down to a chilly night. The glow in the sky is presumably Manchester
Settling down to a chilly night. The glow in the sky is presumably Manchester.

It was pretty cold in the night – apparently it was -4 in Hope, so we’re guessing as cold as -10 where we were. However, after a reasonably restful night, we woke up to a cold clear day. Sadly our flask of tea made 24 hours earlier was only just above body temperature, so breakfast left a little to be desired.

Eventually we left the warmth of our sleeping bags and got into our frozen shoes. It had stopped snowing in the night and our sheltered position meant there were only small drifts against the tent walls. We got the tent down and headed back along the edge of the plateau thinking of a warm breakfast in Hope.

Getting going again in the morning.
Getting going again in the morning.

The walk back was lovely, with fresh snow on the rocks, occasional hints of sunshine, and not too much wind. The path was quite slippery in sections though, as everything was frozen solid. We finished with sandwiches and hot tea at the Woodbine Cafe in Hope!

The lone trees on the way to Win Hill. For Pete and Tish, there's a letterbox hidden here.
The lone trees on the way to Win Hill. For Pete and Tish, there’s a letterbox hidden here.

Woolpacks in the snow.
Woolpacks in the snow.

Lingmoor Tarn

Today should have been my second day of mountain rescue training. However, the fully fledged team members (i.e. not me!) had been on a call-out the previous night until past 5AM, so the training session was cancelled. When I got home Laetitia was finishing a few hours of work. This meant that a brief spell of dry weather had vanished, only to be replaced by heavy rain by the time we were ready to get out…

Our options for a half day in the rain were limited, we chose another foray in to the fells looking for a lakeland letterbox. Today’s objective was supposedly hidden on one of Lingmoor Tarn’s small islands.

There’s a letterbox out there somewhere…

As we approached Lingmoor Tarn we realised that there would be no way to get to the islands without getting wet – they were well beyond ‘leaping’ distance… I said to Laetitia, “It looks like you’re gonna have to swim for it.” Knowing full well there was no way I was going to get in the water she replied, “Hmm, it does doesn’t it!”

Laetitia surveying the islands of Lingmoor Tarn searching for the letterbox.
Swimming between the small islands.
But the search was fruitless. Maybe the letterbox has floated away due to raised water levels during this impossibly wet summer?

Charmer’s Grave

Despite the BBC’s promise that Saturday’s weather would be “dry for most” we woke to this summer’s usual situation, torrential rain! However, a day indoors wasn’t appealing so we decided to embark on a mountain-day with loads of different activities and objectives More “Charmer’s Grave”