Or a Grub Emerges, a Perfect Day and Lakeland TV…
It is a grey, misty morning and we make an early start, thanks to our cuckoo wake up call. There is a certain degree of reluctance from the canine part of the trio who lies comatose under the duvet and then scuttles further under like a grub exposed to light when we try to get her up.
We follow Red Tarn Beck up into the mountains. We are quite alone except for sheep.
Above us looms the pyramidal bulk of Catstye Cam.
The last mist burns off and we are left with a perfect blue day with not a breath of wind.
A turn in the path reveals Helvellyn with the mirror like Red Tarn at its foot.
The name means pale yellow moorland and the mountain is the third highest point in both England and the Lake District after Schafell Pike and Sca Fell. It is the highest point of the Helvellyn range, a north south line of mountains to the north of Ambleside between Thirlmere and Ullswater. There are three deep glacial coves and two sharp topped ridges on the eastern side, Striding Edge and Swirling Edge.
The volcanic rocks from which the mountain is made were formed from the caldera of an ancient volcano, many of them in violently explosive eruptions.
We load Millie into her carrier and scramble up Swirral Edge. She doesn’t wriggle or squirm but instead just looks out at the near vertical drop, gazes into my eyes and then gives my hand a gentle lick.
At the top we have an other worldly view of mountains and lakes but Millie is far more excited by sitting in the wind shelter and eating the ham out of the wraps.
We come back along Striding Edge and follow the path to Bleaberry Crag and then on to the Hole in the Wall. There is a long slog down Little Cove on a steep track that follows Mires Beck.
It is only early afternoon when we arrive back so we put the chairs in the shade and prepare to watch Lakeland TV on outside broadcast.
We see sheep, shepherds and dogs go by. Millie follows the action closely but actually finds the man strimming the grass, knocking over a set of chairs and uttering the most impressive string of expletives far more entertaining.
We finish off a perfect day with a barbecue and then we wait for the first stars to appear in the ‘dark sky’ sky.