All dressed up and raring to go . . . Dougal and Dylan.

Roadside parking for four or five.

We head out along the track shown on the map as the old Corpse Road, which climbs gradually across the fell.

Its origin is unknown to us but there was an old church without a graveyard near Kelswick Farm (seen here on Sale Fell)

and another behind us near High Side Farm.  Presumably it was a route to church for parishioners at all stages of their lives.

Visibility is good today as we look back at Skiddaw and the Ullock Pike ridge this side of it.

A dash of blue as the top end of Bassenthwaite Lake makes an appearance around the shoulder of Fisher Wood.

Across the way are the gentle slopes of Binsey, surprisingly the most northern of Wainwright's documented fells.

Zooming in on the grand houses of Dubwath and the gradual sweep of the A66 road.

In years gone by it would have been the route of the Cockermouth, Keswick and Penrith railway

the Cockermouth traffic using the old road in front of the houses.

The houses of Wythop Mill below us and those of Embleton on the other side of the valley.

A large quarry has been cut into the fellside behind, now blending into the scenery as it is reclaimed by nature.

Ann, Dylan and Dougal as they emerge into the sunshine.

Leaving the old ecclesiastical track, we head left and start to climb more steeply along another.

Sadly this one also had connections to death as it leads to the old grouse butts !

Ling, or heather, was a popular food of grouse especially when the plant is young.

Extensive areas of heather give this local fell its name and the vegetation would have been maintained in order to commercially raise the birds.

Piles of stones mark the old shooting enclosures . . . fortunately for any remaining grouse, the shooting locations haven't been used for years.

A viewpoint on a slight rise to the left of the track.

Views of Binsey once again, between the piles of stones.

The track changed to a large path

and another change of direction took us up a smaller grass trod to the top.

A tall trig point is large enough for a small puppy to sit on . . . "summit achieved".

Not that he was terribly keen !

Still, Ann is there to offer a reassuring hand as he claims his second Wainwright Fell in style.

In truth, I lifted him up (and down) the last five feet . . . but I'll not do that sort of thing for too much longer as he's growing so fast.

He and Dylan rush off to the true summit, a few stones placed forty yards away.

From here it was downhill all the way.

Across the way are the distant tops of Grisedale Pike, Hopegill Head and Whiteside, with Eel Crag showing through the gap between.

Broom Fell and Lords Seat.

I love the way the low sun highlights the tracks, ditches, fences and furrows of Wythop Moss.

Skiddaw and Skiddaw Little Man . . . with a hazy view through the gap towards the Pennines.

Back into the shadow as we head down the last part of the track to the car.

- - - o o o - - -

After a good walk and supper it was time to head for bed for some.

It's getting crowded in there . . . but where's Dougal you ask ?

A large swirl of a tail reveals a hidden secret . . .

" Well if he is to take up over half the space, at least he can be useful as a warm pillow "