Following on from Saturday's ascent of the Old Man we decided to stay in the Duddon Valley. I have this silly idea of walking all the Wainwrights, the hills Alf detailed in his pictorial guides. This is a slow burning ambition and, to date, I've completed nearly 100 in about 15 years, however, there have been many repeat ascents and I'm in no real rush.
We drove up to Birks Bridge and began the direct ascent of Harter Fell which was reached surprisingly quickly although a little steep at times. Kiki disgraced herself on the way up. I assume she was chasing deer in the woods although, thankfully, I managed to catch Heidi before she could join in.
Looking back towards Dow Crag and yesterday's walk.
The gap between Harter Fell and Green Cragg was a little on the soggy side with only a very indistinct path. There were also a couple of sheep lurking which we noticed before the girls but the final drag to the summit was pleasantly quick.
A lovely walk which was noticeably quieter than yesterday, I think we only saw about half a dozen people all day compared with a steady stream up the Old Man. We retired to the Newfield for the usual post walk pint.
This had turned out to be one of those fantastic weekends in the Lakes. The cottage was lovely and warm in temperatures that didn't move much above freezing all weekend. Maybe I'm getting old but the thought of sleeping in a tent with two wet dogs didn't really appeal. The Newfield was as I remembered and the isolation is a welcome change from London, you could even see stars.
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