Wansfell to Troutbeck and back
Tuesday, May 25th, 2010
A gloomy start to the day, so after a wander in Ambleside in the morning Jon and I set out after lunch to do the Wansfell Pike, Baystones, Nanny Lane, Troutbeck, Skelghyll Wood and Jenkin Crag round.
From the climb to Wansfell Pike from Stockghyll the mood is gloomy in the Langdales and beyond. It’s much cooler today, so the climb to Wansfell Pike is much easier than it would have been in the last two days.
Reaching the summit of Wansfell Pike, the view to Windermere is dramatic with the low clouds.
The Kirkstone Pass.
Zooming in on the Kirkstone Pass Inn with Angletarn Pikes behind.
Looking back to Wansfell Pike from Baystones, the true summit of Wansfell. Normally this mile or so ridge walk is quite wet, but after the dry spell we’ve still got dry feet.
Rydal Water from Baystones, with sun and showers.
Marbling in the rocks below Baystones.
A short walk from Baystones, we reach the top of Nanny Lane, a walled in drovers route down to Troutbeck. Away from sheep, Harry can go off the lead and makes the most of it straight away.
Over the stone wall, a calf studies us lazily.
Half way down, a lovely tree provides a foreground to Wansfell Pike behind us.
The greens of the fields in the Troutbeck valley are intense.
We join the road through Troutbeck and come to the first of three wells – St Margaret’s Well.
A lovely old barn on the side of the road.
Flowers in a wall – wall flowers?
The next well – St James’ Well.
Troutbeck is full of lovely spring colour in the gardens – a pink clematis…
…and an azalea that shines even in this dull weather.
Looking back over the garden to the Ill Bell ridge.
And finally – St John’s Well.
A wonderful Wisteria on a lovely cottage.
As we head out of Troutbeck up Robin Lane, we pause in amongst these lovely wild flowers looking across to the Ill Bell ridge.
We’ve just been watching three collies at work below Sour Howes and with Harry on the end of the lead, this remembrance stone is close to our hearts.
Looking ahead up Robin Lane.
We’ve seen a lot of pink flowers today – I wasn’t expecting a pink tree trunk!.
As Robin Lane winds higher the view opens up over stone walls and green fields to Windermere.
Wild garlic fills the air with its scent.
This old door puts me in mind of The Secret Garden.
The Lakeland stone walls undulate with the lie of the land.
Robin Lane winds ahead.
This gate looks like it’s about to topple over…
…and this track looks as if time hasn’t changed it for centuries.
We reach what looks to be the highest point of Robin Lane….
…and to Harry’s delight he finds a lost tennis ball – Happy Harry.
We continue down through lovely farmland, but a dying battery in my camera forces me stop photographing, until we stop for a few moments as we leave Skelghyll Wood. The light through the clouds over the high fells is wonderful and I just manage to capture these last three images before it gives up completely…
The end of a perfect walk, we make our way back through the edge of Ambleside back to the cottage.
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