Work up an appetite hiking Scafell Pike
The mountain forecast is poor for the next day. Bad visibility, mizzling rain, but little wind. There’s a chance of beating the cloud by rising above 750 metres, so we opt to trek up Scafell Pike – not a handsome mountain, but the tallest of them all.
The results are glorious. After a two-hour climb we find ourselves in the clear, striding above a thick bed of cloud, every underfoot sound made crisp. At the summit we gorge on sausage rolls and apples, the highest, hungriest men in England.
Neither of us are true, feral outdoorsmen – picnics yes, pick-axes no– so by the time we thread our way down the gully under Broad Crag and join the downhill trail, the distant lights of the Wasdale Head Inn have taken on the feel of a promised land.
It’s cold early evening when we arrive. The famous old climbers’ pub sits near-isolated in the valley. There’s a log-burner glowing in the bar, and Yates Bitter on the pumps. A blackboard reads: “No, we don’t have wi-fi. Talk to each other.” It’s a hard place to leave.
If you like the sound of walker-friendly Wasdale, stay at Scafell View Apartment.
Taking on the southern fells in winter
People obsess over the Lake District. Some dedicate – even lose – their lives to it. It has much to do, I suppose, with how consuming the place can feel.
Squeezed between the North Pennines and the Irish Sea, it always seems far bigger than its borders, folding and contorting itself so endlessly that even when you’re poring over an OS map, it seems impossible that the valleys, peaks and overhangs all find the space to fit together.
Wainwright famously described 214 fells, but each one is a world of its own.
The following morning we’re spoiled. It dawns a billowing, bracing January day, with wind rushing through the dales and a charged, purple atmosphere on the uplands. We’re now in the southern fells, and make the most of the conditions by snaking our way up to the Langdale Pikes.
The tops are gusty but the views are extraordinary: an ocean of ridges and clefts, Windermere glinting in the distance, sporadic sunbeams spearing through the clouds. In six hours of hiking, we pass one other walker.
Discover the reason for the Lake District obsession on a walking trip this winter. Then keep cosy in the evening at the friendly and welcoming Woolpack Inn in Eskdale.