Holme Fell
Holme Fell 1040' (4.30 FRCC 241 )
Wainwright No1.
Sunday 29th September 2002 .

Weather :- Very hazy to start but generally improved during the day.

Accompanied by :- John and Sarah.

Well this was it. The first Wainwright summit on our recorded journey amongst the Lakeland Fells. Woke up to a nice Sunday morning, blue skies and only a few high clouds. Made up the flask and butties and got all the gear together. By the time I got to Preston to meet John and Sarah the weather had changed to become more overcast. After our ritual breakfast at McDonalds, of we set up north. (Must put a stop to this McDonalds thing, it takes up too much time.)

As we got up to the Lakes the weather was turning decidedly strange. There was that much moisture in the air that visibility was terrible. We arrived in Coniston village without even seeing the Lake. At this point I must apologize to the driver who we made back up that single-track road until we were able to pass. Apologies again to him as after changing our (my) mind again we passed the point that he parked at, as we had turned around again!

There was a good reason for this. As we had decided to do some scrambling and climb up Raven Crag on our way to the top, I purchased a guidebook on the said subject. Unfortunately the author has obviously never read any route descriptions by AW and never realized how vague the starting point that he suggests is. This meant numerous trips up and down the road to try and find a starting point.

 

The south side of Holme Fell, Raven Crag. The fell side above the bridle path with the alleged deer in the center.

We eventually parked the car along the road to Hodge Close and then set of on our escapades. We followed a bridle path up across the hillside. This was obviously running in the wrong direction, so we soon started to detour across country towards the crags. John, the eagle eyed one spotted a Deer up on the hillside, unfortunately the photograph I took only showed a little brown blob. Such is the life of a wildlife photographer!

So after brief stops for running repairs to Sarah's kit, namely a new rucksack with built in water bottle and straw, we started to stop doing David Belamy impressions and start doing what we had come for i.e. a bit of scrambling. Unfortunately Sarah's rucksack was doing a reverse Titanic trick, i.e. leaking fluid to the outside and not keeping it inside! This meant that we now had to stop for emergency repairs to the said rucksack and inbuilt container. After totally draining what was left of her drink and arranging her wet outer clothing out to dry on top of our rucksacks we set of again. A wonderful smell of strawberries surrounded us now, as I can't remember strawberry fields on top of Holme Fell last time I came here, I can only assume that Sarah had filled her new rucksack with strawberry flavored drink!

Shoulder high bracken with John looking lost in the center. John giving advise to Sarah on emptying her catheter. Otherwise known as emergency repairs.
Finding our way between outcrops of rock and shoulder high bracken (Bracken is not good for walking through, it is full of little livestock thingies and tangles your feet badly. Find paths that do not go through jungles of bracken in future!) We made our way upward. Soon we came onto the top of Raven Crag. From this vantage point we could feel a sense of height for the first time, as we looked down into the valley of Yew Dale.
The top of Raven Crag from the site of the repairs. The summit of Raven Crag with Yew Dale in the background.
The summit of Holme Fell was now in sight. We quickly made our way over the undulating summit plateau towards the highest point. As we reached the highest point we saw another point that looked slightly higher. When we reached this other point, looking back to the high point we had just come from, that looked higher! John suggested that the cairn directly between the two was the summit as it was midway between the two high points. Good thinking.
360 Degree View from Holme Fell Summit. Click on image for large view.
So with that point settled we took our photo of our first Wainwright summit. Unfortunately the views from the summit were very poor due to the haze. Wetherlam for example was totally obscured.
Holme Fell summit cairn. Wainwright No1. The terrible trio make a pact to complete the other 213 Wainwright summits.
We made a short trudge down from the summit ridge and across to the subsidiary summit of Ivy Crag. This was after the author fell over on his weak right ankle at least once (sustained during a mishap on the Crib Goch ridge earlier in the year), closely followed by Sarah. John meanwhile continued his annoying habit of remaining upright all the way. I am sure that this is not the last time we will hear about the author's ankle during this odyssey.
Ivy Crag summit cairn with the old reservoir in the background. Holme Fell summit ridge from Ivy Crag.
We now made our way down towards the old quarries at Hodge Close. This was a pleasant walk across the fell side, past the old reservoirs that used to provide water for the quarries.
Ivy Crag and Holme Fell. The old reservoir above Hodge Close quarry .
Looking back, there was a fine view of the two summit areas of Ivy Crag and Holme Fell. We skirted the east side of the quarries and made our way around to the old mineral railway exit of the quarries. We made our way down the steep path, past the remains of old rails and cables towards the great archway that separates the two quarries. A father and son climbing team were having fun on one of the quarry walls.
The archway between the two quarries. John and Sarah give some perspective to the size. The old rail platform, damaged by something from above.
When we reached the great archway, I was dismayed to see that the old metal rail platform had been badly damaged and twisted by something that had fallen from above. This platform used to jut out over the water in the south quarry. It was an excellent place to abseil down to from above, or just to sit on and look down into the crystal clear water. Occasional rock falls and huge splashes in the water, accompanied by laughter from above made me thing that the damage was not natural but wanton damage by somebody with no common sense. In the past both John and myself had seen divers in the water below, and climbers on the quarry walls. How would those people have faired with debris raining down on them from above?
The south quarry from the platform. A view of the two caves and the platform from above.
After a good look around and some refreshment we set of back to our car. We went around the western side of the quarries, stopping for some fine views down into the old workings. We took the bridle path along side the western slopes of Holme Fell and in no time were back at the road and our car.
The bridle path along the western edge of Holme Fell. Further along the bridle path.
As the sun had now started to peek out from behind the cloud we took the road on the opposite side of the valley to Tilberthwaite Gill. Here we spent an enjoyable hour exploring the old caves and quarries. Both John and I decided to climb out of one of the quarries. I bottled out at the last point and had to retrace my path down, whilst John made it all the way out. He can be so annoying at times! Sarah meanwhile, the youngest showed that she is by far the most sensible member of the trio, stayed at ground level.
Inside an old cave near Tilberthwaite Gill Holme Fell from Tilberthwaite

After a wander over to look down into Tilberthwaite Gill, where we sat and enjoyed the view and the late afternoon sun the end of the day was on us. John and Sarah started to roll up their shirts to sunbathe. Johns ok, he has a six-pack, Sarah is of course perfectly formed as a twenty something blonde. I on the other hand was not getting my barrel belly out for anyone and promptly went of in a mood (I have to let them think that they have had their fun at my expense, after all!) (Seriously got to watch this pair in future, no time to sit back and sunbathe with 213 to go!)

So that was that. Wainwright No1 completed and recorded. Back to the Black Bull in Coniston for a pint of the black stuff, or Arthur's, as John likes to call it. We spent an enjoyable hour talking about the next route, equipment and generally planning the next few months.

The weather had improved so much that we actually saw the Lake on our way back. Unfortunately the M6 was like a car park on the journey south. We had to take detours through Lancaster, and even of the A6. I eventually arrived home at 9pm, it must have been even worse for John (Skelmersdale) and Sarah (The Wirral). I really hope that this does not put them of.

Above is a map of the area that those nice people at the Ordnance Survey have put together for me. All I have to do in return is to display the following.
Image produced from the Ordnance Survey Get-a-map service. Image reproduced with kind permission of Ordnance Survey and Ordnance Survey of Northern Ireland .
Now, how kind of them is that ?

BUT, if you want to see something REALLY good, click on this link. Those very clever people at Multimap.com have done something even better than the kind people at the Ordnance Survey! Not only do you get a map, but at no extra cost to you, a no nonsense arial photograph, just click on the link and you get the photo, wait a while and then you get the map in an overlay when you move your mouse. I kid you not this is the dogs dangley bits, or as Charlotte and Sarah would say "How cool is that then?" Enjoy !