Man oh man, I am pooped. As I type this I am currently sat in my comfiest clothes, nursing sunstroke and a slightly burned complexion #superpalepeopleproblems.
Yesterday sure was an amazing day.
Ever since we moved to the Lake District everyone has been telling us to go and do a route known as ‘striding edge’. And, most people, finding out that we’ve lived here for 6 months and hadn’t done it yet seemed completely baffled at our apparently unacceptable mountain behaviour. Sorry guys…..
In fairness, they had a point.
Striding edge is a ridge walk that leads you to the summit known as ‘Helvellyn’, you can then descend back via another shorter grade 1 scramble known as ‘Swirral edge’. The route is seen as a classic, and really popular with tourists, as even though it’s a grade 1 scramble, it’s very very easy, and requires no previous climbing experience whatsoever. Another appeal is just how exposed it is, as you are pretty much just walking on a thin, rocky path with gobsmacking drops to either side.
So, having heard pretty good things we decided to head out on a super sunny Sunday (the weather here recently has been nothing but glorious), bringing our housemate along for some extra company. We had an early start, leaving the house at around 8am, where we then drove to Glenridding, the start of our walk.
We definitely got lucky with the weather as there was barely a cloud in the sky, and it got so warm that we were all walking in just a base layer (!!!!!!!!). I have been waiting for the day I didn’t need a jacket for so long now.
Despite our early start it seemed a lot of people had had a similar idea as it was pretty busy out on the trail already, so the first part of our walk was spent dodging groups left right and centre. Once, we finally made it to the start of striding edge we had successfully avoided the bulk of the crowd and were free to start the scramble.
Honestly, the views were breathtaking, thats for sure! And there is some sense of thrill being on a fairly narrow edge with severe drops either side. But, it wasn’t my favourite scramble of the lakes, not at all. It isn’t by any means technical, as there was no climbing like movement involved, which was probably a good thing seeing as my left hand still isn’t totally functional, but I did miss having the chance to really think about where I put my feet and hands, and all the motion and movement in climbing. Our descent via swirral edge too was pretty anti climactic, it’s very short, and I found myself longing for Blencathra’s sharpe edge scramble instead.
Whilst the scrambling may not have been top notch I can say I had an awesome day, goofing around with these two idiots, running around in the mountains and having some great conversations with equally great people.
Once we made it back down to the car we ate at a nearby cafe, and when I say ate I mean more like scarfed down our food in 0.000001 secs, before heading off into Ambleside for a BBQ (yay first one of the summer!!) that a friend of Andy’s had organised.
Another great weekend done and dusted.
How was your weekend?