" Knott Rigg without a Hat" at EveryTrail
 

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Ann takes advantage of the sunshine as she chooses a local Buttermere fell for today's walk. 

The sky is blue, the weather calm, the sun is out and three set off for the local summit of Knott Rigg 

. . . Baht'At as the old song says.

Glorious as we pass Crummock Water, here looking towards Rannerdale Knotts and the High Stile ridge.

Blue skies, fluffy clouds, very slight wind and quite warm.

The drive up to Newlands hause. I step out of the car to take a photo of the ridge ahead that we intend to climb.

Knott Rigg, from the first 'knott' in shadow, to the sunny one at the far end.

Only one problem, the wind up here was really strong and consequently quite cool,

despite the appearance to the contrary on these photos !

Visibility was superb though, when I could get my hair out of my eyes ( I was indeed "Baht'At"or buff or anything to keep my vision clear!)

Robinson with its dry corrie immediately in front, with the Derwent fells to the left and the Helvellyn range in the far distance.

Spot the sheep !

Easier to spot Harry and Dylan !

We dropped down slightly for a brief respite from the wind which cut straight across the ridge.

Whiteless Pike ahead, Red Pike, Lingcomb Edge, Starling Dodd and Great Borne to the left across the Buttermere valley.

It is good to have a big brother to protect  you from the wind on Knott Rigg summit.

Panorama from the summit . . . heather covered Ard Crag with the distinctive Causey Pike summit rocks (in shadow) to the far left.

Blencathra directly behind them with the sunny Helvellyn ridge beneath the white clouds.

In the foreground is Derwent Water and the Catbells, Maiden Moor, High Spy ridge.

We turn for home and my hair whips across my face from the other side this time !

This starts the ridge walk back to the car.

Harry waiting patiently.

This makes me sad/angry/despair of humanity . . take your choice.  Either way it will take years to bio-degrade up here.

Needless to say it ended up in my rucksack and was taken home to our bin.

Dylan takes a turn at trying to fly !     Both dogs have a sheepy audience to see if either of them take off.

Hold your cursor over the picture to see Dylan's attempt.

On our way home again but I stop the car to catch this lovely view of Mellbreak above Crummock Water

with the Loweswater fells as a backdrop.   Down here the wind has completely vanished again !

I think this is where we came in . . . home now for tea.

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