Views from Castlerigg Fell, above Derwent Water and Keswick.
The tops cleared after a misty dawn. Castlerigg Fell is Big and Bleak country so following droving paths, Brockle Beck plus a bit of map and compass navigation; it was satisfying to find the old sheepfolds exactly as expected. The traditional skills are still useful and navigation practice is one of the things to do out of the fells as well as peak bagging.
Picnic lunch at the cairns on Bleaberry Fell (590 m.). On to High Seat (620 m.), because it’s there although - as it turns out - the views are better back at Bleaberry Fell.
Skiddaw, Blencathra. Green Gable and even Helvellyn and Scafell Pikes are today all more or less clear but maybe not all at the same time. A place to enjoy one of the great pleasures of hikes in the Lake District: sitting and working out the landscape and adding names and memories to the places as you recognise them out there.
Return to Keswick to pick up my big rucksac and catch the big train from Penrith back to another world, London, The Smoke.
Not a bad sunset over Preston, seen from the train.