SCALE KNOTT, MELLBREAK & MOSEDALE from BUTTERMERE

 


Summary

Date - 3rd July 2011 Distance - 9 miles
Ascent -
2180ft
Map - OL4 Start point - Buttermere village (NY 177171)

 

Summits Achieved

Name Height (ft) Height (m) Grid Ref
Scale Knott 1109 338 NY 1497 1777
Mellbreak - south top 1678 512 NY 1484 1861
Mellbreak - north top 1670 509 NY 1430 1947

 

Preface

Grizzly & Tetley, wandered in to find Shaun & Little Eric sitting by Allen, who was busily tapping away on Dad's laptop.

"What are you on with?, asked Grizzly.

"Well, seeing as how Dad's fitness took a leap in the right direction after our walk to Birkett Knott and Hart Side, he has said we can choose where our next adventure will be, as long as we do not pick the Scafells". replied Shaun who by now had unfolded one of the OS maps.

"Have you come to any conclusions then?, asked Tetley.

"We thought it would be nice if we could combine ticking off an outstanding Birkett with a Wainwright that Little Eric has not done", replied Allen.

Continuing Shaun said, while consulting the map, "walking from Buttermere to Scale Knott and Mellbreak seems a good idea. There will be terrific views and we will have the pleasure of walking along by Crummock Water. The return would be via lonely Mosedale. We have also considered the possibility of taking in Little Dodd and Hen Comb."

Tetley looked over Shaun's shoulder to scrutinise the map. "I recall that Mosedale is very rough and boggy and we would have to cross it to get to Hen Comb." Then leafing through Birketts almanac, he went on, "this and all the guide books say that really the only way up to Hen Comb is from Loweswater village, so we should be prepared to perhaps make that a separate walk. Now off you go Allen and see what Dad has to say."

"I'm sure he will be agreeable, so get the mugs and tea ready so we can have a drink and biscuit to celebrate", called out Allen as he trotted out clutching the map.

Shaun and Little Eric then went off to get the flasks of tea, while Grizzly & Tetley organised the mugs and tuck tin.

After a little while Allen returned with a broad grin on his face. "Dad is happy with our suggestion, but as you said Tetley, the decision whether to attempt Hen Comb, will have to wait for the day."

"Great", called out Little Eric, as he proceeded to fill the mugs from the flask.

 

The Walk

Knowing that it was to be a very warm day, Dad determined to set off early soon after 07:00, so we would be walking by 09:00. Once again we used Newlands Pass to get to Buttermere.

As we reached the hause, Tetley called out, "there's Moss Force and the path we climbed to get to High Snockrigg.

"We enjoyed some superb views from its summit", added Grizzly.

Continuing carefully down the steep winding road, Dad then parked on the rough verge, above the village. Buttermere village and its namesake lake is dominated on the west side by the ridge comprising High Crag, High Stile and Red Pike. The highest is High Stile (2648ft), majestic in the early morning sun.

As this picture shows, we were set to enjoy a beautiful summer day with mostly clear blue skies and light winds. Dad got his boots etc on and meanwhile we settled in his rucksack ready for the off. Shouldering this, we walked on down the hill to the village passing the church.

Below the window on the left, through which can be seen Haystacks, is this memorial to Alfred Wainwright -

PAUSE AND REMEMBER
ALFRED WAINWRIGHT

------------------------------------------------
FELLWALKER, GUIDE BOOK AUTHOR
AND ILLUSTRATOR
WHO LOVED THIS VALLEY.
--------------------------
LIFT YOUR EYES TO HAYSTACKS
HIS FAVOURITE PLACE.

1907 - 1991

 

After his death, in accordance with his wishes, Wainwright's ashes were scattered on Haystacks, at Inominate Tarn. Dad took this picture in June 2006, when we climbed Haystacks, and also sat a while in quiet contemplation at the tarn.

As we reached the foot of the hill, Little Eric asked, "which way do we go?"

"Down the side of the Bridge Hotel, and then we follow the path left", replied Shaun.

This led through a gate before which there was this view ahead to the hills at the far end of Buttermere lake. On the left is Fleetwith Pike with the protuberance of Honister Crag, while Haystacks is on the right.

Beyond this gate, Shaun then said, "we do not want the path ahead that leads to the lake, but the track right through another gate that runs alongside the line of trees."

Before taking this we looked across the field carpeted in wild flowers.

Tetley said, "we can see our objectives clearly from here. The lower height is Scale Knott with Mellbreak rising to the right, and behind to the far left is Hen Comb."

So, once through the gate Dad strode out along the wide level straight track. Finally it curved right and we came beside the beck, which the map told us is called Buttermere Dubs, almost mirror smooth.

"What superb reflections", exclaimed Allen. "Must be worth a picture Dad."

A few yards further we reached Scale Bridge, where once crossed we turned right.

The rough rocky path meandered north, first with a screen of trees to the right, but once they had been passed, it was a joy to walk above lovely Crummock Water, with its small islands - the first being the two named Holme Islands, then Scale Island. Ahead we could see the bracken covered slopes of Scale Knott. Our ascent was to be to the right of the fence climbing the fell through the bracken. It can just about be seen to the right of the line of rocky outcrops running up the fell.

Further on the path bent away from the lake and became grassy as it passed between bracken. We crossed Scale Beck, then passed through a gap in the wall, where the path now continued west climbing eventually to the Floutern Pass.

"There's some of those foxgloves, like we saw on the climb to Lad Hows", called out Little Eric. "They do make a pretty sight."

Looking east, Grizzly, cried out, "that's just a stupendous view across Crummock Water."

"OK, I get the hint", replied Dad.

"What exactly are we looking at?, asked Little Eric, who being the last one to join STAG is still not fully familiar with the views.

"Well pal", said Tetley, "to the far left is Whiteside, then in the centre is Grasmoor. Behind that are the slopes of Crag Hill and on the far right is Wandope, with the end of Rannerdale Knott below."

Excitedly Little Eric interjected, "I thought that was Grasmoor, so that must be Lad Hows to its right, which we climbed a few days ago. From here it can clearly be seen that it is linked beyond by a continuing ridge to Grasmoor's summit.

"That's exactly right", said Allen. "Well done."

"Thanks pal, but I doubt I will ever be able to recognise and name the fells as easily as Dad does", replied Little Eric.

We were now immediately below Scale Knott, and the fence could be clearly seen rising out of the bracken. A gate gave access through a cross fence, and then we paused to look up.

"Oh dear", sighed Shaun, "that looks ever so steep."

"You're right", agreed Dad, "but its no good just looking, we must get started with the ascent."

And yes it was very steep, but with a pauses for breath Dad ploughed steadily up. The bracken became sparser and here the ascent got even steeper and we really felt for Dad. Eventually the fence turned away left, and here we continued ahead, still climbing steeply, to finally reach the highest point on the flat top of the fell, marked by a tiny pile of stones.

"Picture time", called out Grizzly, as we settled by the stones, with the backdrop of Grasmoor, Crag Hill, Sail and Wandope with the lower top of Lad Hows.

Looking around we just marvelled at the wonderful views, none more beautiful than this of Crummock Water with Buttermere beyond. Fleetwith Pike rises above the end of Buttermere, below which to the left is the deep declivity of Honister Pass. The hills on the left from the back are Hindscarth & Robinson, below which is High Snockrigg.

Mellbreak was next, so tearing his eyes from the view, Dad continued on the clear path. The ascent was still steep, but less so than Scale Knott. Towards the end the gradient eased as the path contoured across to then curve left to the summit. Just a bare patch of rock where the cairn once was. A tiny cairn has been built with small stones beside it, which Little Eric sat on.

"That's the north top over there", remarked Shaun.

"I thought you said this was the summit of Mellbreak", said Little Eric exasperatedly.

"It is" Shaun replied.

"Well the north top looks higher to me from here", said Little Eric.

"I agree, but it is just your eyes playing tricks. See I will show you on the map. Here is where we are with a height of 512m, and here's the north top shown with a height of 509m.

Come on Lads, time to settle in the rucksack, so we can get along to the north top and see that wonderful view of Loweswater", urged Dad.

The path wound its way down over at times boggy ground into the dip at a height of about 447m, and then it was a relatively easy ascent to the cairn at the north top.

"You were right Dad. What a fantastic view. Oh joy!!", shouted Little Eric.

We were here for quite a few minutes as Dad chatted to two groups of walkers. This was good as it gave us more time to enjoy the view.

"Where to now", asked Little Eric.

"We need to return to the dip, and then take the path down to Mosedale", said Shaun.

"There's a path leading away from here through the heather", remarked Tetley.

"It's not marked on the map but I reckon if we were to follow it we would intersect with the path from the dip", replied Shaun.

"I'm happy with that", said Dad, shouldering his rucksack and striding off. Sure enough after some distance we joined the descent path to Mosedale, which true to form with the walk today was very steep, but finally it was accomplished safely. It was decision time now concerning Hen Comb and Little Dodd. Dad did walk a little way to the right along Mosedale, but soon realised how much further we would need to go before it would be possible to make the rough crossing of the valley and find a way up. It was getting very warm too, so Dad made the absolutely correct decision to do this as a separate walk another day, from Loweswater. So turning back we walked the path along lonely Mosedale.

You will note the solitary tree amid the boggy wasteland of the valley. This is the Mosedale Holly Tree, and is the only tree in Lakeland to be given a name on the Ordnance Survey map.

So far you will have noted that there have not been any pictures of sheep. But regrettably it is too good to last, and Dad has implored us to include this of a ewe with it's blackfaced lamb that stopped grazing the grass and turned to pose for Dad. Sorry, but we hope you will understand, and after all it is Dad's fingers that are dancing over the keys of the computer.

We followed the path as it wound left, thinking that we were all the way down, but the path shown on the map that leads to the Floutern Pass route has seemingly disappeared. In fact the path brought us to the col between Mellbreak and Scale Knott. Here a good path (not the one we had climbed earlier), descended the right side of Scale Knott and joined the main valley path. Near a footbridge we crossed a stream, and then Dad climbed the fence ahead. A boggy path led on and finally we dropped down to the path we had walked this morning. This was followed to Scale Bridge and on to Buttermere village and the car.

Driving back Dad took us along Crummock Water and over Whinlatter Pass, to join the A66. Leaving this at Stainton, Dad made a stop at Greystone House, where he had cottage pie with new potatoes, broccoli & carrots, followed by a fruit scone with butter and jam. As usual a pot of tea with extra hot water was provided. We enjoyed the rest of our picnic sitting at one of the tables beside the car park.

A great day out Dad! Thanks from us all!

back

shopify analytics