Thursday, 13 May 2010
Fairfield, St Sunday Crag, Wansfell
Well, it was more like 'Childcare in Shambleside', with snatched moments of unremarkable but very enjoyable 'Fell Action'.
Making the most of a negotiated day, leaving Rach and Ag with the kids, Pete and I walked up over Heron Pike and Great Rigg to Fairfield, and then over St Sunday Crag and down into Patterdale. Pete tucked his trousers into his socks - he meant business. Four seasons in one day - almost - we had bright sunsine to start, some hail on the tops and a few showers on the way down. Looking up Ullswater and across to High Street the light contrasts were dramatic. A couple of pints in the Patterdale Hotel and then the bus back: smashing.
Another evening I had 45mins free, so it was on with the mudclaws and off out back, along a great little footpath and up Wansfell in a still, humid evening. Went up pretty hard and was able to take five mins on the top to take in the sounds of the town floating up from the valley and the still views. I remember the wash of the steamer spreading out across a smooth Windermere. Bombed back down (the runners' shortcuts were easy to follow) and was showered and then out with Pete with enough time for a pint before picking up the takeaway.
A great holiday but, as is always the way with the Lakes, nowhere near long enough.