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OS Grid ref: NY 36490 30015
Lat/Long: 54.661198, -02.986054
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An overcast drive to the start of my walk from Mungrisdale. I
parked on the grass verge south of the Village Hall and there
was already a campervan there. I set off north past the Hall and
up the overgrown path to the right, through the rickety gate and
into the field to rejoin the road near the Church of St
Kentigern. I stopped at the gate but didn’t try and get in as
each previous attempt it was locked. I carried on along the lane
towards Bowscale and on the way a school bus passed and a few
cars. One of the vehicles was driven by Steve Razzetti who was
on the school run and sent me a message later saying he’d seen
me. I didn’t see him. In Bowscale I turned west up the unmade
track towards Bowscale Tarn.
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I saw some hydrant and air valve surface boxes but couldn’t
figure out where the supply would come from. Higher up I reached
the tarn but there was no sign of an intake. It was still hazy
as I set off up the steep path to the top of Tarn Crags. Before
getting higher and into the wind I stopped for an early lunch. I
noticed 3 figures walking up the track then taking a minor path
up Drycomb Beck which took then over a ridge to the south side
of Bowscale Tarn. |
Church of St Kentigern. |
Walking up to Bowscale Tarn. |
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Bowscale Tarn. |
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They were 3 young ladies and when they reached the shore they
took a top layer off to their swimming costumes then all got in
for a swim. I left them to it as I continued up to the summit
stone shelter of Bowscale Fell. I had the whole place to myself
as I continued over the top then descended towards Bannerdale
Crags. I didn’t go to the crags but turned left at the small
stone marker post to start the main descent east along the north
side of Bannerdale. |
Bowscale Tarn. |
Bowscale Fell summit shelter stones. |
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There were a few people on the path. Half way down I stopped to
scan the crag area with my binoculars. It is where the old mines
are and I was able to identify the highest mine entrance by the
tree just to the left of the entrance. The weather had now
warmed up as I descended to the bridge over Bullfell Beck. Once
on the stone slab path I was soon back in Mungrisdale where
there were now plenty of people and cars about. I passed the
Mill Inn and along the lane where a lot of cyclists were coming
the other way. I turned down the path to the river and over the
footbridge to return to my car. |
Mill Inn at Mungrisdale. |
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