Wansfell Pike, the Quiet Route.

Start. Troutbeck.

Route. Troutbeck - Robin Lane - High Skelghyll - Skelghyll Wood - Wansfell Pike - Nanny Lane - Troutbeck.

Notes. I was flicking through the pages of an old photo album the other day, god I was an awful photographer, most of the images were out of focus, all were faded through the passage of time, suddenly from one page a red cheeked, spotty teenager was staring back at me, bloody hell I was skinny in those days, it was definitely me the tatty denim jacket that never left my back was tied round my waist. The sun was shining I'm standing atop a large pillar, at least 14ft high, it intrigued me, I couldn't remember this day, as a spotty teenager I never went walking, it wasn't cool, scouts did it. I put my sleuth head on and ended up ascending Wansfell Pike, the quiet route.

I parked on the road side in Troutbeck village, next to the post office Robin Lane climbs the hill, I ascended between dry stone walls a good track under foot. This was once the main route linking Troutbeck to Ambleside, it guided me to High Skelghyll farm then into Skelghyll Wood, it was here I found a narrow trod ascending through the trees, I followed this path hoping it would guide me to the pillar I'd climbed so many years ago. Keeping right at two path junctions I ascended to a dry stone wall, a ladder stile aided my crossing, as I climbed said stile my goal came into view. This was it, I wouldn't be repeating my feat and scaling it, what's ironic is I can't remember why I was there, or who I was with, or who took the picture, I guess some things are meant to remain secret.

Never mind, onwards and upwards, with a green trod under foot and discreet arrows to guide me I ascended Wansfell Pike. The path that guided me meandered round rocky outcrops, crossed the odd patch of wet ground, ladder stiles aided my crossing of walls, I was soon making the final leg burning pull to the summit. This may be the over crowded Lake District but the summit was deserted, just me and the mountain wind, I sat a while before making my descent, east I walked the main path under foot, this ejected me into Nanny Lane, I turned right to start the long descent between dry stone wall to Troutbeck.

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home.

Ascending Robin Lane with views over Troutbeck for company.

The scene over Windermere Lake as seen from Robin Lane.

Skelghyll Wood with the Langdale Pikes kissing the sky.

On the approach to High Skelghyll.

Viewing Windermere Lake with Gummer's How on the skyline, seen from near High Skelghyll.

Soaking up the views from the edge of Skelghyll Wood.

This is what I came to find, a disused aqueduct observation pillar, a relic left from the construction of the Thirlmere/Manchester Aqueduct.

From this delightful quiet corner of Wansfell Pike views to Wetherlam.

Gracing the northern skyline, Red Screes and the ridges of the Fairfield Horseshoe.

Stretching to the south, the gentle rolling landscape of South Lakeland.

As seen over the head of Windermere, the Coniston massif it's head in cloud.

Wonderful views to the head of Great Langdale.

The stunning view across Windermere taking in Wetherlam with Coniston Old Man under cloud.

A truly humbling view to the south, if you squint you can just make out Morecombe bay and the hills of Bowland.

Just before the final leg burning pull to the summit, the view to Sour Howes.

Ahead in sunlight and shade, Red Screes and the Kirkstone Pass.

Froswick and Ill Bell seen from the summit of Wansfell Pike.

This is the reason most people climb this hill, a view to die for, the length of Windermere Lake.

Another amazing view to the south.

The grand climax of the ascent, the summit Wansfell Pike.

Changeable moods, in sunlight The Hundreds backed by Yolk, Ill Bell and Froswick.

A small slice of Troutbeck seen from Nanny Lane.

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