|Name of walk||Fleetwith Pike and Haystacks|
|Date of walk||2007-08-22|
|Distance walked (miles)||5|
|Duration of walk||5 hours 30 minutes|
|Peaks on walk||Fleetwith Pike and Haystacks|
|Walked with||Ged and blind Kas|
|Parking||Roadside on Honister Pass jut beyond Gategarth.|
Yesterday Ged, Kas and me went up Fleetwith Pike (2126ft) and Wainwright`s favourite, Haystacks (1900ft). It was a sunny day until we reached the mountains. Low loud was everywhere. Most of the tops were covered.
Parked the car just past Gatesgarth on the Honister road and set of up Fleetwith Pike. A steep climb, with three false summits.
Looking down Buttermere.
White cross memorial to Fanny Mercer who slipped and came to grief on this spot in 1887.
Crummock Water now in view and a peak at Lowes Water beyond.
Don`t just stand there! Climb!
Better take the view before we disappear into the cloud.
Kas and me on the summit cairn. Incredible vista beyond!
Haystacks, our next port of call is somewhere behind me
Followed my nose in the mist. Nose proved to be working! Found my way to Dubs Quarry.
Walker`s shelter (bothy) with the path to Haystacks on the left. Summit somewhere in the middle of photo.
Shelter contained emergency rations.
Taking a rest on route to Haystacks.
Another peek at Buttermere.
Haystacks is quite a long trudge up and down over little hills.
Almost time for lunch.
Innominate Tarn where Wainright`s ashes were scattered....Pillar beyond in Cloud.
We sat by the Tarn and had our lunch.
View down into the Ennerdale Valley. Ennerdale in the distance...Seat and High Crag on the right. Pillar left.
Turning 45 degrees gets you a view down the Buttermere valley.
Looking over the edge in to the Ennerdale Valley at Black Sail Hut. Britain`s most remote Youth Hostel.....I took the very same picture from the otherside when I did the Mosedale Horseshoe last year.
Hostel bottom right. Staight ahead is Great Gable in mist and to the right is Kirk Fell.
Looking back at Innominate Tarn.
Haystacks summit was very windy. I had to kneel to take pix without camera shake.
Looking at Fleetwith Pike now out of cloud. Memorial to Dennis Hobbs in the foreground. Kneeling I found there was a lot of grey, gritty stuff around. Then it dawned on me.....ashes! A favourite scattering ground. So I stood up and carefully brushed off the remains of Great Uncle Bill, and Auntie Nora and went in search of the way down.
We had a drink here last year on the way down from scaling Red Pike, High Stile and High Crag. It was only a trickle then. Gushing this year with all the rain!
Looking back from Scarth Gap at the sweep of Haystacks.
Looking down Buttermere on the way to Gatesgarth Farm.