A weekend detox in the hills!

Living in Manchester is great, I love the people (most of the time), the place is interesting and there are lots of great shops to supplement my hobbies, which at the moment is pretty much photography and walking.

I think what I like most about Manchester is its location. It sits perfectly in the north west of England, we are within driving distance of the Peak District, the Yorkshire Dales and of course my current favourite the Lake District.

For this walk we decided to do something a little more in the way of distance, also the perfect opportunity to test out my new GPS. After the disastrous walk a few weeks ago involving too much water, wind and cloud I decided that as a back up we should make the most of the available technology and I invested in a Satmap Active 10. I may well review this further down the line, but I am very impressed so far.

GPS charged, we decided on Walla Crag, Bleaberry Fell, High Seat and High Tove as our peaks of choice. High Tove, it turns out, marked my 50th Wainwright since I started taking notes on them. Not a huge accomplishment but a satisfying one nonetheless, only 164 left now…

The sun shining and Walla Crag our first peak of the day we head off up the fern filled path along the side of the mountain. The views were spectacular, and among the best I have seen in the Lakes so far! The weather of course did help a lot. For what is really a small hill at 379m it does not disappoint.

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Once away from Walla Crag we moved on towards Bleaberry Fell, looming in the distance. The plan was to have lunch at the peak of Walla Crag, however as everyone else seemingly had the same idea we decided to stop somewhere a bit more isolated between Walla and Bleaberry.

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Bleaberrys ascent proved to have just as nice a view as Walla Crag, it was amazing to see the path we had just walked between the two ebb and flow through the scrub into the distance back toward Walla Crag.

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On our way to Bleaberry we stopped to talk to a guy from Oxford, he was telling us how he was up for the weekend. His original plan was to make it to High Seat but on speaking to people at the peak of Bleaberry decided against it as they had managed to convince him it was too boggy. We were not going to be turning back, having had ok weather the last couple of months I thought we would be fine.

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We walked between Bleaberry and High Seat without a major issue and were left thinking there wasn’t much in the way of bog and wetlands. We made the peak of High Seat in time to see two Lancaster bombers performing manoeuvres down toward Thirlmere.

Once we had summited High Seat, our maximum altitude for the day it was on to High Tove. We could, by now, see the next peak. It looked within reaching distance it was so close, a small lump in an otherwise unassuming landscape. Nothing on the scale of either Bleaberry or High Seat. Either way it was on our route and we were off to the summit.

…it quickly became apparent it wouldn’t be the piece of cake we were hoping for. It was incredibly boggy wetland, given it had been raining in the days previous it was very wet. We were probably just lucky the entire ground wasn’t saturated as at one point I was in up to my knee trying to find a place to cross a pool of water.

We made it to the summit of High Tove, marking my 50th Wainwright, its a great feeling. About 160 left though so no time to think really.

We dropped down the mountain at pace, on a well defined path bringing us out near a small tarn, this allowed us to walk back along the river all the way to the car, always a nice way to finish a walk.

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Along our walk we were able to enjoy the ferns and other bits in the woodland, I grabbed a few shots, but after 8 miles we were tiring and definitely ready to take our boots off.

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Thanks for reading.