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Published: August 21st 2015
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After two and a half years of being packed away we decided it was time to get out our trusty old trailer tent. The weather forecast for The Lake District was finally a good one.
We were in high spirits as we hitched up and left home in glorious sunshine.
By the time we were passing Lancaster on the M6 however, the blue sky had turned grey but at least it was still dry.
We reached our favourite campsite just outside Keswick with no problems traffic wise. A miracle in school holiday time.
As we pitched the tent the grey cloud turned to drizzle - this wasn't suppose to happen! But then again it is the Lakes where anything can happen.
In no time we were snug and warm in the tent with the kettle on. By the time we eaten lunch the rain had stopped and the sky was a bright grey. We donned our walking gear and set off up Walla Grag, a lovely walk straight from the campsite. A good start to get us limbered up for a longer one the next day. We took in the summit of Bleaberry Fell too and arrived back at the
tent three and a half hours later. After a meal in the great outdoors we strolled to the local pub to quench our thirst.
Day Two.
We woke to glorious sunshine, in no time at all we were parked up at the foot of Grizedale Pike, our intended walk. The path was steep but the views made it worth while, from the summit we carried on along the ridge to Hobcarton Grags then down a very steep slippery scree path to the saddle between Sail and Grag Hill. Feeling quite weary by this time we considered calling it a day and taking the path down. The weather was still lovely - warm, sunny and calm. after some consideration, the path up to the summit of Grag Hill seemed to be calling us so we made the decision to carry on up. Glad we did as the 360 degree views again were amazing. The tops of all of the big mountains we've climbed in past years could be seen. Scafell, Scafell Pike, Great Gable etc. It felt like being on top of the world!
We made our way down from here and arrived in the vally an hour
or so later. Back on the campsite we sat sipping a cold beer and watching the sun sink over Dewent Water. The walk had taken a gruelling seven and a half hours. No doubt we'll be feeling it tomorrow!
Day Three.
This morning we walked through the forest into Kewick, two and a half miles away, bought some new hiking boots and a bag of chips before walking back to the campsite. The afternoon seemed a bit grey so we decided to stay in the valley and walk to Castlerigg Stone Circle, by the time we got there the drizzle had turned into steady rain. Still it felt fairly warm so at least we were out, if we'd been at home we'd probably been sat in front of the TV!
We went into Keswick that night for a pub meal and arrived back on the campsite just before the ten o clock curfew. The gate is locked and it's silence from that moment on to respect other campers. Wish someone had told that to the bloke in the tent next to us who snored loudly all night!!
Day Four.
Time to pack up and go
home. After packing up the tent we donned our walking gear for the last time and took a steady walk up Walla Grag again. The sun peeped out on occasions but grey clouds swirled around and we called it a day after two hours and set off home.
All in all it's been a good few days away and restored our faith in camping.
Who knows where we'll find ourselves next spring?
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