Carlisle & District Rambling & Fellwalking Club
Walk & Event Reports
Sunday 18th June2017
A Walk
Ullscarf
9 Miles Grade 1
Leader: Roger Tringham
Report by Peter Flynn
Photos by Peter Flynn & Pete Rutland
Sorry it is me writing this report again; it should really be C.S. Lewis. This region is so reminiscent of his Narnia novels. This is the second trip, as far as I am aware, this year to the summit of Ullscarf. Leslie, who was at her grandchild’s party today and was unable to make it, has a short clip of film from the first trip showing Lauren attempting to walk forwards across the ice and literally being blown backwards. (She was blown off her feet on the day and was quite badly hurt.) Today was an utterly different world. Very hot, strong sun all day, lashings of sun tan lotion. 15 of us set off through the village and onto the riverside path. We went up via Lining Crag, as tough and tiring a walk, because of the heat, as I can remember. What a tremendous relief to make it to the summit and have a bite to eat. From there it was a gradual descent along the ridge of which Ullscarf is one of the highest points, to the stunningly beautiful Dock Tarn. En route Barbara, who was struggling to get used to two enormous walking poles, was convinced at one stage she had speared a frog with one of them. We had a good look at the frog, it was clear she had done no harm, but she was so upset at the possibility that I could swear that the frog joined in trying to comfort her. Eventually on to Dock Tarn. I doubt that even Mr Lewis would have done justice by mere words to such a lovely sight. Sadly, we had little time to spend there, I am sure we could have spent an hour or two on its shores had the bus not been waiting. The descent on the steep but well- made path through the woods was accomplished without mishap and from there it was a pleasant path alongside the river to Rosthwaite, refreshments and the bus back home. Wonderful walk, many thanks to Roger for planning and recce-ing it. Perhaps if we approach the mountain always from this side, we will be walking into summer, rather than the depths of winter that would be ours if we came from Thirlmere.
Peter
