Rothswaite to Grasmere

The higher we went the more the mist played touch and go.
In this snap the mist had gone up the mountains like a robin in summer.

Click on photograph to enlarge 

Visibility remained reasonable for most of the morning.
By lunchtime it had cleared and the sun showed it's face. 

On the lower reaches of the mountains sheep could graze and
trees survive. Eagle crag dominates all. 

The waterfall near the base of Stonethwaite Beck and the
confluence with Langstrath Beck. 

The anthem for the Lake District should be
'Water,Water, Everywhere'. 

Sturdy mountain sheep maintain their chilly vigual  when not on
their knees grazing the tough high altitude grasses.

Eagle Crag and not a bird in sight. The three trampers on the
left may be used to gauge the scale of the surroundings. 

Looking east towards Rothswaite under a broken sky with
the sun starting to move in.

Rough rocky terrain, but who cares the sun is shinning. 

Down comes the mist again and no doubt bringing
a little rain also. 

The path ahead looks steep and uninviting, but 'never say die',
it's only another hill to climb. 

It pays to be doubly careful walking on these paths.
Also, waterproof boots are recommended. 

A long damp valley with humped 'drumlins' for us to
walk across and around. 

In places the 'path' is quite loose underfoot. 

The valley floor covered in drumlins.
Drumlins were formed when the last Ice Age melted away. 

Drumlins are a spectacular  sight, well worth a break from the
 tramp, tramp, tramp of the 'must get there on time' brigade.

Onward, ever onward marched the intrepid two. 

And then the sun broke through and the path became less
challenging, although still a rivulet. 

Looking west towards the drumlin basin. 

In the Lake District there are many pools of water apart
from the well known 'Lakes'. 

An adjacent ridge somewhere along the route. 

The narrow entry to Far Easedale. Just before this place most
trampers were lost or confused about which way to go next.

The path leading to the magnificent ridge which is the last leg
of our walk to Grasmere 

Even through the mist the tortured history of the mountains
is clearly seen in the rock face.

"Lost!  Not on your life."
"Don't forget: 'Four legs good. Two legs bad'". 

The view from near Calf Crag into the Easedale Valley far below. 

The 'Ridge', like a stupendous sleeping monster. 

A valley leading off to the north. 

Another view of the Easedale Valley 

Our first glimpse of Grasmere Lake. 

The erosion on the left of the picture is thanks to trekkers.
The other erosion, off the path, may be thanks to the local
inhabitants - sheep. 

Possibly the most splendid ridge in the British Isles. 

The Easedale Beck meandering towards the Grasmere Lake. 

The enormous threatening 'lump' which is Gibson Knott. 

The northern valley from Gibson Knott. Also, in the foreground,
the edge down which we had to tramp. 

The southern valley from Gibson Knott. 

Once again the sun returned and we entered civilisation.