Crinkle Crags – Lake District 2019

Here’s our first walk in the Lake District this year. It was a perfect day almost in every way. I’ll post photos with brief descriptions first and then I’ll post the map with the walking route just in case you’d like to see it with your own eyes. Photos can never do justice to the view. The heart and the mind cannot be touched in the same way reading in an armchair instead of putting one leg in front of the other for nine hours, feeling the warmth of the sun and the sharpness of the rocks, seeing Scafell Pike in its full grandeur.

11am. We cross the footbridge at the bottom of the valley. It hasn’t rained much. The river is very empty. Judging by the rocks, the river can be deep and wide with some rainfall at other times of the year.
After the footbridge, we turn left and start going up towards Brown Howe. There is a very clear path paved by stones. It’s steep! If it was wet, it could be pretty slippery. And if you care about your knees, probably don’t go down this way EVER. The only comfort is to know that after this, the rest of the ascent will be relatively easy.
Looking right at this point, we can see Crinkle Crags clearly in the distance. It never ceases to amaze me how far a pair of legs can carry me in just a few hours. (The dome in the foreground could be Markeens I’m not sure.)
Finally got to the top of those steps. This is the view ahead towards the crossroad. The dip on the right is Browney Gill. It’s so deep and blunt I wonder if it was cut out by a piece of stubborn ice in the age of the glaciers?
… and this is the view behind, the way we just came. The valley has completely disappeared and the shape of that fell opposite is very interesting! Realise how high up we have come to.
Ascent continues. Notice how the stone path changes its colour from grey to red!
Looking back the way we came. Apologies for taking photos every ten meters (mainly to my husband) – but the view! There isn’t the usual gusts on higher ground. The air is warm and still. We start to peel off layers!
We turn right at the crossroad and go towards Great Knott. We didn’t see Red Tarn at the crossroad but we can see it now looking back. I love pools of water on top of the fells and I’m about to find out there are many of them on this walk! It’s about 1pm at this point. We see people sitting comfortably and eating their lunch in the sun.
Going up again! Whoever put down all the stone steps to make the path, I love you and I love every single step of it. Thank you!
That’s the way we came! The top of Pike of Blisco that was looming above us earlier is now under our feet and you can just about to see a strip of Windermere in the blue mist!
I bet those three people know the names of all the fells and lakes like the back of their hands. I always want to listen in when I see them pointing with their walking stick like that.
The first of Crinkle Crags. Here we come! Crinkle Crags has five ‘Crinkles’. The second Crinkle is the highest point. It’s a bit of a scramble from this point on. I always wish I have either bigger feet like Andy’s or smaller feet like a sheep on this type of terrain. My feet always seem to be the wrong size for all those rocks of different shapes and sizes!
That’s the valley we started from. Can you believe it! I was looking at the point I’m standing at a few hours ago.

The view opens up on the left. The cloud is low. It’s breathtaking.
Crinkle Crag Number Two! An old man tried very hard to go up the Bad Step alone… We, two youngsters, avoided it like plague and didn’t give it a second look… (Sorry Ben!)
On top of the Second Crinkle, I suddenly realise what I’m looking at – it’s Scafell Pike!! The highest mountain in England. I’ve never seen it properly before and certainly not from this angle. It is SO BEAUTIFUL.
On Long Top. The Second Crinkle sticks out a bit to the west. It’s called Long Top. We have a little break here. The same old mistake: I didn’t read Wainwright carefully enough – we missed the chance to see Adam-A-Cove.
Here’s a preview of the rest of the journey from Long Top: Crinkles Three, Four and Five, Shelter Crags. You can’t see Three Tarns (which we reached). But you can see Bowfell (which we didn’t)!
Then we got to this unnamed tarn, which reminds me so much of the pool on Deathwater Island in Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader.
We reach this point at 4pm and decide not to venture towards Bowfell.
Three Tarns is an amazing spot for wedding photos just in case anyone’s interested…
If I remember it correctly, Wainwright ranks Bowfell as one of his favourite half dozen. To be honest I’m a bit disappointed. It’s not beautiful itself, is it? It looks like a quarry, no?
We said goodbye to Crinkle Crags in the golden hour… and as always I forget going downhill takes just as long as going uphill. It isn’t for another two hours that we reach our car. And honestly, going downhill is a lot more painful than going up!

As promised, here’s the walking route just in case you’d like to see all these with your own eyes (and feel the pain with your own knees).

Happy walking!

 

 

 

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