Fleetwith Pike
This morning it was lashing it down at Honister Hostel where we had spent the night. How we got there is worthy of a longer blog, tomorrow perhaps.
A group of four lads arrived at the Hostel just as we were leaving, clad in leather jackets, jeans and trainers. They had parked at Seathwaite and wanted to climb Scafell Pike. I can’t work out how they got to Honister. The welcoming Hostel warden warned them they were two mountains away in the wrong direction and as it was still winter up here they should catch the bus back to the car. Good advice.
Anyway, before I headed back home I dashed up Fleetwith Pike to tick off another Wainwright. I have been up there many times in the 1970’2, when our group used to camp at Gatsgarth, but not it since. It’s not a hard walk from the pass, but the cold wind and intense rain made it more of a challenge than it should have been.
That’s number 143 done.
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