The Easedale Skyline.

Start. Grasmere.

Route. Grasmere - Easedale Road - Easedale - Sourmilk Gill - Easedale Tarn - Blea Rigg - Little Castle How - Lang How - Brigstone Moss - Allan Bank - Grasmere.

Notes. Easedale Tarn a dark body of water nestled in a glacial corrie high in the upper valley of Easedale, closed in on three sides by brooding mountains and sheer cliffs, a daunting atmospheric place. So popular was it in the Victorian era a path was lade from Grasmere to accommodate their fell trekking ponies, the track that still guides visitors today. In all honesty this walk should have taken me around three to three and a half hours, the ascent from Easedale Tarn was undertaken in deep snow, once on the ridge even deeper snow hampered my progress, well that's my excuse.

I left Grasmere via Easedale Road, at a small cops I left the road crossed a couple of foot-bridges then passed through a metal gate allowing access to Easedale. With an ice sheathed path under foot, walking spikes on my boots made for fast, safe progress. In no time at all I ascended passed the many cataracts of Sourmilk Gill, over the rise Easedale Tarn. I hung around it was a super place to be, spin drift whipped across the frozen tarn, the morning sun painted the sky, my eyes drifted around the vast amphitheater. Tarn Crag, Bellas Knott, the cliffs of Eagle Crag and Blea Rigg, Great Castle How and it's baby brother Little Castle How, all dressed to impress in their winters best, stunning.

After a good look round my attention was drawn to the coll between Blea Rigg and Great Castle How, my route onto the ridge. My route to the ridge was under deep snow, the ascent was hard even treacherous in places, with safety in mind I took my time, around a hour to climb 595ft, I crested the ridge into even deeper snow and stunning views. Now all I had to do was pick my way south avoiding the really deep stuff, which turned out to be impossible. I soon discovered the knee shuffle worked well, or if nobody was looking a type of barrel roll, of course snow shoes would be brilliant in these conditions, alas I don't posses any. Using a combination of walking, shuffling and once or twice rolling I traversed the ridge. Passed Great Castle How and Little Castle How and Swinscare Pike, I stopped in the lea of Lang How for a brew and something to eat. After chatting to a couple of walkers I started my descent, along the edge of Brigstone Moss, above the deep cut revine of Wray Gill then through the juniper coppice I passed through the other day, soon I was wandering passed Allan Bank back into Grasmere.

What more can I say, a staggering walk into gorgeous mountain scenery, on a stunning day, I'd do it all again even without snow shoes.

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From the tarmac of Easedale Road views across a snow veneered landscape to Loughrigg Fell.

Easedale on a stunning but cold winters day, looking to Tarn Crag guardian of Easedale Tarn.

Rising above Easedale, Helm Crag.

Views over the lower slopes of Helm Crag to the rocky eyrie of Stone Arthur.

Easedale, today a winter wonderland.

Ascending to the many cataracts of Sourmilk Gill, looking to Heron Pike.

Who needs summer when this path is always busy, when winter brings views like this, Helm Crag over Sourmilk Gill.

Stunning conditions on the path to Easedale Tarn, the view Helm Crag.

Tarn Crag captures the morning sunlight.

Nestled in the palm of the mountains rocky hand, a Lakeland gem, Easedale Tarn.

Blea Rigg over the icy surface of Easedale Tarn, my route climbs to the left of the crag.

On the slow deliberate climb to Blea Rigg looking back to Helm Crag and a cloud capped High Rigg and Fairfield.

You couldn't get much better conditions than this, even though I'm floundering in deep snow, Easedale Tarn with sunlight playing across the slopes of Greathead Crag.

Pike of Blisco across Great Langdale.

The fantastic rock architecture of the Langdale Pikes.

A stunning white washed panorama to mighty Wetherlam and the ridge leading to Swirl How and Great Carrs.

Soaking up this breathtaking view across the Vale of Grasmere, under a thick blanket of cloud, Seat Sandal, Fairfield and Great Rigg, laughing at it's big brothers for it's enjoying the views, Stone Arthur.

And I'm thanking the weather gods for confining the cloud to the high fells leaving me with this wonderful view out of Lakeland to the south.

Walking, knee shuffling and the odd barrel roll has finally got me to this stunning view over Windermere Lake.

Great Langdale in all it's winter glory.

The Helvellyn massif under bubbling cloud and dancing shadows.

Lingmoor Fell backed by the vast bulk of the Coniston fells.

Most of today has been spent avoiding deep snow, I'm now on the edge of Brigstone Moss at the tarns that feed Robin Gill, here we have a view to a cloud capped Crinkle Crags with the Langdale Pikes to the right.

Over Brigstone Moss, views to Stone Arthur backed by Great Rigg with Heron Pike across the ridge to the right.

My conquest just over a week ago, under considerably more snow, Silver How.

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