Low routes and lunch stops.
A mainly photographic report of a Lakeland overnighter.
A late-in-the-year overnighter has become a sort of ritual for Tom and I. We grew up in Cumbria, taking for granted having the Lakes as our backyard, but now find ourselves living in different cities, talking about how nice the Lakes are. So we make the effort to pick a November weekend to get back, see our Mums and get amongst it for 24hours or so. Nothing ‘epic’, just enjoyable, mostly. The forecast is usually bad, the weather is never as bad as the forecast, we faff around looking for kit and we usually set off late.
Walk, pub, camp, walk back is the general theme. Back in the day, we used to pedal from our house all the way to where we wanted to ride or walk, then do the ride or walk. That kind of effort seems unimaginable now, so we drive, right into the heart of the Lakes and park in little Langdale. With one of Tom’s Dad’s walking poles each, we set off up Wetherlam, the top of which is shrouded in cloud.
Cars toil up Wrynose below us and behind, as we’re stopping for regular breathers, gives expansive views back to the higher peaks of Helvellyn and Fairfield. Being right in the middle of the Lakes means you can piece the whole area together from previous trips, what links to where, where leads to what. Not that Wetherlam is a low peak, it tops out at 762m and from where we’re parked is a fairly direct schelp up Wetherlam edge, scrambly at times with rapid height gain.