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Uldale Head, Carling Gill with Black Force and Linghaw |
An early start. We parked in Tebay, and used the tarmac road that leads up to Tebaygill Farm - with well-off residents who can afford a new tarmac road surface to their door!
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Tebay Gill |
It was quite a tramp, over largely unpathed areas of moor, with good views over the River Lune and the M6 to Grayrigg Common, Whin Fell and Castle Fell above Borrowdale, though one has to descend a little off the direct route to Blease Fell to see them.
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Whin Fell and Castle Fell above Borrowdale |
To view the Roman Camp
site just below we stood by chance at the same spot where I took a photo on 14 Aug 2005 -
although there is now a fence and some tree planting on the slope.
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The Roman Army was here |
The ground was mostly rather
stodgy after the prolonged wet period and good pathways still haven't
materialised in spite of AW's guides. The cairn on Blaise Fell is overlooking
the view west looking towards the Lakeland fells in the distance, rather than
on the true summit.
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Grayrigg Common |
Southwards and westwards there are the other fells of the Howgill group, very
clear even under the cloudy sky, like Uldale Head, Ulgill Rigg with Black
Force visible, and Linghaw. (See top photo)
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Summit of Hare Shaw |
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I was there, too |
We moved a little too far to the right on the initial stretch to Hare Shaw, necessitating a plod through boggy land until we hit the drier ridge. The quadcycle track down Hare Shaw was much disturbed by cattle and we saw a herd of great fawn-coloured beasts over to our left.
We skirted round, descending
from Knott and after yet more wet uncomfortably tussocky ground we reached the
ruin of Gelstone. It's amazing how much this old farm has
deteriorated since AW's picture of it.
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Gelstone - not exactly a Des-Res today |
We intended to climb
over the gate to sit and take some refreshment but a lady appeared who said she
was checking up, not on us, but on the sheep for the owner. We had a pleasant
chat about farming in the area, and she did mention the name of the breed of cattle
we had passed but I have forgotten it. They are from Switzerland, so it could
have been Simmental, which in their home country often have bells round their
necks.
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After a bite to eat we
went on past Overcluegill Farm, which was in an even more ruinous state than
the other, and soon arrived back at the car in Tebay. It had been only just
over six miles but my feet were weary with the uneven ground and I was glad we
had not chosen the twelve miler up Bowderdale to The Calf.
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