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25 September 2010

Excerpt from "The Scafells"

Job hunting is the name of the game at the moment so a full write-up of Tuesday's expedition will have to wait until the back end of next week. In the meantime here's a taster of what's to come...

"Did I dream it or did we just pass a snowplough?", "What?", "A snowplough, big yellow thing, flashing lights, wodge of metal on the front, strips paint off passing motors as it sprays grit out the back, you know a snow plough", "Oh, yeah, looked like a snowplough, wonder if they know something we don't?" or so the conversation went as we approached Keswick. Hoping it wasn't a sign of things to come I cast it to the back of my mind as we pulled into a waterlogged (again) Seathwaite. The Met had forecast a reasonable day for fell walking so we were determined to make the most of it.

Great End, Broad Crag, Scafell Pike

Even with the lesser spotted Telfaller bolstering our ranks we were still down by a four-legged companion as we set off to make our first assault on Scafell Pike. A certain wariness of the suitability of a "dangerous step" for doggy dare-devils meant it would be Terry's job to run up and down like a loon, chasing rocks, splashing in puddles and scrounging butties. We decided he needn't bother with the less endearing task of rubbing his neck into the sheep doos but should feel free to do so if he really wanted to get into the role.

The corridor route was our chosen path to climb Scafell Pike, beginning with a short steep slog up the side of Taylorgill Force on the way to Styhead Tarn...
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