Sometimes Hikes are Easier on Paper

This had all the makings of a nice wander through the hills, after the initial ascent to around 700 meters it was a bit of up and down and we would bag another 2 hills. What I should remember is that I have done this before, I need to spend more time studying the map before I leave the house.

The days fells, Allen Crags (again) the highest point of the day 785m, 2m lower Glaramara and then hustle over to Rosthwaite Fell where we can beat a direct retreat back to the car. Or that was my plan at the beginning of the day.

Arriving at the set off point Seathwaite we made our way along the river and towards the valley. Our route up the valley was popular with what I can only assume where walkers aiming for Scafell Pike, a popular attraction to many walkers and non-walkers alike. Our ascent was fairly gradual and enjoyable, with the water changing to the odd waterfall and even the crossing being a substantial, but quaint arched bridge. A significant structure to have at this point, even if the village was only a few miles away.

river-crossing-bridgeThe river, getting more unpredictable the further up the valley we travelled, water from the nights rainfall replenishing the waterfalls cascading down the mountains all around. Although a river crossing would have been no trouble, the bridge was a safer and drier alternative.

We reached the waypoint of Esk Hause with little problem, taking our time with the ascent to enjoy the views and the weather. Esk Hause sits between both Esk Pike and Allen Crags, with Rossett Pike stretching off in the distance.


Onwards and upwards we hit the summit of Allen Crags proceeding towards the next summit, noting the summit with a tap of the cairn (it has to be done). In my head at this point I had visualised the route, one big dip then up to the next summit of Glaramara. Piece of cake, we dipped, we raised up, another dip. We dipped again, and again climbed back up. This happened 4 or 5 times, I have no idea why I had it in my head it wasn’t going to be like this but it was, it was terrible, the promise of the summit every time we climbed but with no reward.

However in Glaramara’s defence it has some fantastic views of the Lakes looking north up to Derwent Water and Keswick.



From the top we spotted our next summit the small and non-descript fell top of Rosthwaite. Wainwright himself writes about the fell…

“…the summit is rather a dreary place when compared with more worth-while objectives all around.”

So as you can imagine, we were both excited to see what the summit had to offer, and to be honest I wasn’t sure how it would top the offerings of Glaramara.

Between the two summits is pretty boggy, given the rain that had fallen the night previous I imagine this was amplified. This obviously meant lots of squelching through bog and puddles. However the small collection of tarns on walk between Glaramara and Rosthwaite looked fantastic, the water a rich navy blue reflection of the perfect skies.


A word of warning to anyone who would like to tackle Glaramara, read up about the ‘Big Step’ the 20ft of scramble that confronts you as you ascend/descend from the mountain by its north face. It is not enormous, it is not particularly complex, but it is a hand on rock climb to overcome. Any competent walker will manage this feature, but if you weren’t feeling that adventurous or it was icy/wet there is a grassy slope to the Western, North Western, face of the mountain as you near the summit.


Reaching Rosthwaite we did another tap of the top, becoming tired of the difficult navigation in the pathless terrain as we searched out the top. Pathless terrain is one thing, but it is always harder when the promise of a good summit has been removed. Wainwright did not lie, the summit was not spectacular. In fact I don’t even have a shot for history. Our descent was blistering, with Amy sliding most of the way on the wet grass, although not intentionally. We made it back to the car exhausted and about 3 hours later than I thought we would. All that said, on a nice day Glaramara is phenomenally spectacular. A fantastic mountain.

2 more bagged, total now up to 98! Nearly halfway through the 214 hills.