Leaving Devon at midday on the Sunday, the 6.5 hour drive was pretty uneventful. As the panoramic view of the fells revealed itself over the M6 it was only a short journey via Keswick before I was on the winding roads beside Derwent Water. I've only ever visited the Lakes twice before; once on a climbing holiday with the family in 2008 and again on my own in 2010, so I am unfamiliar with the vast majority of the park. I'm fortunate enough to live on Dartmoor National Park so have around 360 square miles of open land on my doorstep, but the Lakes are different. I guess it's the closest thing we have to "proper" mountains in England and as a result, everything feels absolutely massive!
I arrived late, and spent my first night at the Langstrath Inn, Stonethwaite - a small country inn nestled in the Borrowdale Valley. It's a great little place tucked away at the end of a winding country lane with fantastic views of the surrounding fells. It's pretty much everything you'd expect from an inn in the Lakes. You can check out there website here.
Fuelled by a decent nights sleep and a traditional Cumbrian breakfast feast, I made the short drive towards the village of Buttermere. The drive is spectacular and takes you through one of the treasures of the English landscape - Honiser Pass. The Pass is the location of the famous Honsiter Slate Mine, and traces of this mining history are strewn across the steep slopes either side of the road. I'd like to avoid this journal from becoming a holiday guidebook, so if you want to know more about the mine then please head over to the site, here. That said, I did attach a GoPro to the roof of the car and film the drive through the pass:
I made my way to a small campsite in Buttermere, which is overlooked by High Crag and High Stile. Despite the blue skies and sunshine, the weather report had warned of "snow & hail showers, risk of lightening" - welcome to Springtime in Cumbria. After pitching the tent and packing up my kit, I began my first trek towards Haystacks. Somewhere below Haystacks lies my first bothy, a tiny construction with a slate roof that looks like it can only take a small group of people at any time. From what I have seen from satellite imagery, it appears to be pretty well camouflaged; with its rear wall tucked right up against the fell. Locating a building constructed from rock, on the side of a huge rock covered with smaller rocks is always going to be difficult. I didn't have a full day so opted for a shorter trek up Scarth Gap Pass (on the right hand side of the below image). I thought that route would give me a great panoramic of Haystacks and would help me to try and locate the bothy, whilst also offering up some great opportunities to shoot a few frames of the pass.
Up to now the weather had held off, but as I explored Scarth Gap trying to spot the bothy on the adjacent fells the wind began to build and I spotted the first few flakes of snow landing on my jacket. No sign of the bothy, and the fells kept disappearing and emerging again through the waves of mist. I managed to find a sheltered spot to shoot a couple of frames for Black Dots on the 5x4 before making a hasty retreat down the trail and back to Buttermere. Shooting 5x4 in those sorts of conditions is pretty impossible when you're that exposed and to be honest, huge stormy landscapes aren't what I'm looking for for this series.That didn't stop me taking a few shots on the digital on the way down though. A solid introduction to the Lake District and although the weather stopped play, I'm excited to finally have this project under way.
I ended up spending the night in my car after the tent got flattened by wind - hopping around a rain drenched camping field in my thermals trying to find tent pegs wasn't my finest hour. I spent the first half of the morning drying everything out and trying to figure out the correct porridge-water ratio. I got it wrong.
The weather had calmed down by mid morning, so decided to walk in a similar(ish) direction as yesterday on the lookout for the popular Warnscale Head bothy (approx. 5km from Buttermere village as the crow flies). Again, I wasn't too bothered about finding it as the project is as much about the journeys through the landscape as it is about the buildings themselves. Following the marked bridleways around the lake via Burtness Wood offers some great views and is a pretty easy going walk for those who don't fancy tackling anything too strenuous.
Passing the base of Fleetwith Pike you're greeted with the infamous White Cross which serves as a reminder to all that the fells can be as deadly as they are beautiful.
The following is taken from the National Trust website:
"The white cross on the side of Fleetwith Pike and overlooking Buttermere marks the sad story of Fanny Mercer. Fanny was a young servant girl who worked for Mr. Bowden Smith, a school teacher from Rugby, and accompanied his family on their summer vacation in the Lakes. One fateful day in September 1887, the party were walking to the top of the crag above Honister Quarries and were descending down the steep ridge of Fleetwith Pike. Fanny was not an accomplished walker and during this part of the journey she jumped down from a ledge and lost her balance. She fell a distance of around twenty feet amongst rocks and rabble until she reached the bottom of the fell side. By the time the others had reached her, she was badly injured and taken to the nearby Gatesgarth Farm, but sadly died before medical assistance could arrive. Her body was returned to Rugby where she was buried and the white cross erected in her memory in Buttermere. To this day the symbol stands as a warning to walkers that the mountains of the Lake District can be perilous unless you are alert and mindful of the dangers."
The walk around Fleetwith Pike and Striddle Crag was pretty easy going. I'd spied this bridleway yesterday when I was up at Scarth Gap so was able to orientate myself pretty well. At Warnscale Bottom the footpaths split into two - one way leads up around the back of Fleetwith (and onwards to Honister) and the other takes you almost directly up Green Crag/Haystacks (east), following what I assume is an old mining trail which traces a waterfall almost to the very top. I reckon I walked as far and as high I could on that particular path before the scree slopes began to crumble away under my boots. A few hairy moments were prevented by grasping frantically onto the tiniest sprigs of heather and swearing under my breath, followed by laughing at how stupid I must look to people down below. The views that extended North-West out to Buttermere and Crummock Water were breathtaking and totally worth the struggle.
When you're out shooting for a project, it's easy to get so caught up in making the right images that you forget to actually stop and enjoy the journey. There's always time to sit down and just spend a few moments appreciating how beautiful the views are. This is one of the advantages of shooting landscapes on large format (I'll post something about that at some point). It's such a slow process that you're almost forced to play a waiting game. Once I'd set up the 5x4 on the tripod, focussed and loaded the film I think I must have sat there for nearly two hours waiting for the right conditions. As you can see from the behind the scenes shots, it was really cloudy, overcast and the last bits of snow were still clinging onto the higher fells. The sun was poking through occasionally, shining a few diffused rays down into the valley below. I shot a couple of frames, but I'm a little worried that the wind and unsteady ground will result in a blurry mess. Guess we'll find out in a few weeks...
For my fourth day, I began my hike from the Honister Slate Mine. From the mine, there is a clearly marked trail which if followed for a few hours, eventually meets the trail I passed on Day 3. This route takes you through some of the mine workings and past some pretty large slag heaps. There are two bothies on the hills around Honister; Dubs Hut and Warnscale Head. The latter is the one I have been skirting around for the last few days and is only a short distance away from Dubs Hut. They are both old mining buildings which have been handed over to the MBA to be maintained as bothies.
Dubs Hut is the first bothy you'll get to if you're approaching from Honister - it's a fairly large building with enough room to sleep a decent sized party. It was a great feeling to finally reach my first ever bothy after reading about them for so long! I shot a few frames inside before finding a suitable location on the high ground behind the bothy. Up until now the weather had held off, but the approaching storm hovering over the summit of Brandreth had me and a number of other hikers on the hillside taking cover.
I moved on, leaving Dubs Hut behind me and heading towards Warnscale Head. The track was easygoing, crossing small streams and large areas of grassland; a welcome relief from the past few days. I found Warnscale Head nestled beneath a large stack and patches of brown heather. It's infamously difficult to locate and I totally understand why! This tiny, unassuming structure can probably only sleep 3-4 people and comprises of 2 sleeping platforms, a small fire and one tiny window which looks down towards Buttermere. It's incredibly cosy, and due to its small size probably doesn't take long to warm up. I haven't really met anybody yet on my walks, and both bothies have been empty, but you can paint a pretty vivid picture of the individuals that have been there before you by observing the items they have left behind. Food, clothing, toys, books, drawings in the visitors book and other little oddities tell a story all by themselves.
My final two days in the Lake District saw me leave the North Western area of the Park, and move eastwards towards Haweswater. From Haweswater reservoir you can take a half-days walk S/SE to Mosedale Cottage - perhaps the most well known of all the Lakeland bothies. The walk to Mosedale began with a steep climb through the gulleys beneath Artlecrag Pike and Harter Fell - it's a magnificent gulley with some massive views.
The landscape surrounding Mosedale Cottage is different to that of the previous two bothies. Mosedale sits alone, at the foot of Great Grain Gill in a vast sweeping grassy valley with large herds of deer grazing on the slopes. A small waterfall trickles behind the cottage, leading towards Mosedale Beck. Scandanavian dialect is common in the Lakes, and Mosedale is a great example of this, meaning mossy valley. I spent most of my last day at the bothy, taking photographs and reading the visitors book. There were about 6 leather chairs, all positioned in a semi circle around the fire with an empty bottle of wine on the mantelpiece. The cottage is large, and there are a number of separate rooms - I'd say you could probably sleep about 12 people here comfortably.
I didn't take many digital shots on these final two days, but I did film a great deal of it on my GoPro so maybe I'll upload an edited video from that footage. All in all, a pretty successful week in the Lakes and a good start to the project. I imagine that I'll return here again in the Autumn to explore some different routes to these bothies. Cheers lakes, it was a good one!