Ascent - 3656ft
Wainwrights - 8 (Low Pike, High Pike, Dove Crag, Hart Crag, Fairfield, Great Rigg, Heron Pike, Nab Scar)
Greatest Extravagance - Costa Coffee Medium Americano - £2.99
This trip was booked before Xmas, when Rocket announced that he had new boots and needed to test them out. He has subsequently cleared out the rest of the shop by purchasing everything else going, including Yaktrax.
Sometimes, you have to think that the gods are smiling on you. After a week looking at weather reports and seeing big black clouds over Ambleside, we have been rewarded with the most beautful weather you could hope for. When we get to the hotel, we manage to squeeze into the last parking space available and then this happens when I check in.
|Mere Mortals have to make do without slippers|
We can start the walk from the hotel and head North West through the grounds of Rydall House. We can see what we are going to walk and navigation is not going to be an issue. The skies are blue and the sun is out and after admiring the camping pods in the grounds, people start having to stop to disrobe. Hats, gloves and eventually jackets are all discarded.
|Just before the snowline|
|But at one point I was in front|
Heron Pike is pretty easy, a long gradual climb. Great Rigg gains its height over a much shorter distance. We keep following the traffic up and a lot of people are taking advantage of the glorious weather. Conversations reveal that yesterday was all hail, snow and winds, so we have stuck lucky.
|Gav conquers Great Rigg|
Fairfield at 2850ft is the high point. Loads of people are here. We all have a chat over lunch. Rocket pulls faces at the people who are delighing at their macadamia flapjacks. He thinks they are too posh for the hills and their twin ice axe lashed to their rucksacks proves this.
We are then confused by the request from a middle aged gent who asks us if we have any suncream. We have compeed, whisky and fine pork related products but cannot oblige his request.
|Just about to share my punnet|
|Three at the top|
|Follow the wall all the way down|
The weather, views and impending night out put us all in good spirits.
First stop for entertainment is the Spa. The jacuzzi is a nice starter. The steam room gives Gav his first opportunity to insult the geordies and in an unexpected brave move from yours truely, the three of us find ourselves in an outdoor hot tub with a couple on a romantic break. She was quite chatty, he scowled.
Change and get the second guide book of the day out. 50 more great pub crawls has a route in ambleside. Having ticked off 8 wainwrights, we then do 6 Camras - The salutation, royal oak, unicorn, golden rule, queens hotel and white lion leads to Ambleside's only club, the cellar bar.
|Salutations, my fiends.|
|Hang your head, camera thief|
After all the pubs, where much to Gav's paranoia we have been followed by the steamy geordies, we try out the Cellar Bar. Its nicely laid out and we enjoy the muscial accompaniment of "Riverside Mofo" to the tune of the Harry Hill dance music. We only hope there are more people than the three of us in there. Our prayers are eventually answered when the staff from the local chinese finish their shift. Its around this point that we call it a day.
|King of the Cellar|
Special walking, lucky with the weather, great company and after a breakfast from the gods, we realise that we have had a bargain hotel as well.
49 more great mountain days in the lakes left to do.