Walk 6 - Haystacks - 1st September 2011
 

Wainwright's Walking Guide to the Lake District Fells - Book 7 The Western Fells

 

#7 Haystacks 1959 ft

Distance
4.4 miles
Time
6 hrs
Lowest Point
335 ft
Highest Point
1959 ft
Total Ascent
1894 ft
 
Walk Rating - moderate
 

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  Walk Rating - moderate
   
 
 
  11.38 Crossing from Gatesgarth  
   
  11.40 Peggy's Bridge view  
   
  11.44 Buttermere, Rannerdale Knotts, Grasmoor, High Snockrigg  
   
  11.45 Panorama 27 Buttermere Valley  
 
 
  11.52 Fleetwith Pike  
   
  12.04  
   
  12.15 Pausing for a breather in front of Fleetwith Pike  
 
 
  12.16 Some people never seem to look tired.  
   
  12.26  
 

 

It is a test of iron discipline to pass without halting
several large comfortable boulders athwart the path.

AW, The Western Fells, Haystacks 5.

   
   
  12.27  
   
  12.38 Robinson behind Gatesgarth  
   
  12.47  
   
  13.22 Buttermere and Crummock Water  
   
  13.45 On top of Haystacks, High Crag in the background  
   
  13.56 Trying to look like a rock group.  
   
  13.56 Looking towards Great Gable. Inominate Tarn in the foreground.  
   
  14.25 Lunch stop and birthday cake!  
   
  14.34 Panorama 28 Haystacks  
 
 
  14.38 Buttermere, Crummock Water  
   
  14.39 Inominate Tarn. Grey Knotts and Brandreth in the background  
   
  14.40 Panorama 29 Haystacks  
 

For beauty, variety and interesting detail, for sheer fascination and unique individuality, the summit area of Haystacks is supreme.

This is in fact the best fell-top of all - a place of great charm and fairyland attractiveness.

AW, The Western Fells, Haystacks 10.

 
 
 
  14.41 Heading east after lunch. Fleetwith Pike and Grey Knotts in the background  
   
  14.54 Green Gable, Great Gable and Kirk Fell behind Inominate Tarn  
   
  14.57 Inominate Tarn  
 
 
  15.24 Fleetwith Pike and Robinson  
   
 

15.26 Grasmoor above High Snockrigg

 
 
 
  16.06  
 

Unabashed and Unashamed

by Inkpotpoet

 

 

 

 

 

   Modern day prospectors carried
   upon the grey back of Honister Pass
   as the Fells peaks watch wistfully
   from on high. Sad sheep enclosed. Eager
   to be set free. Their bleating cries
   resound across Warnscale Plantation
   only to return unheeded as the
   golden grass of Gatesgarth murmurs
   under the warming morning sky. The
   starting point: the first day of
   September. Ascend.

   Peggy’s Bridge creaks over the flowing
   Warnscale Beck like some ancient
   cathedral door trying to withstand the
   Inquisition. A lament belying those
   with excitable smiles undaunted amidst
   the grandeur spread before them over
   the lush valley of Buttermere, resplendent
   in her emerald gown.

   Forwards. Upwards. Never backwards. Each step
   breaking new ground as splintered rocks cascade
   with an operatic voice uplifting even the
   weariest souls. A moment of reflection. A glance
   to check one’s place within the universe and
   ferns and grass confirm with a quietus charm
   that all is well as soft cumulus shade the Fell,
   like a blanket wrapped around the world.

   But pausing for a breather
   with Fleetwith Pike in slumber
   with ripped up sandstone makes
   a throne though merely to allow
   mortals to marvel at Earth’s creation
   before the homage continues; another step
   here, another step there. A waltz
   around the moon-landing fissures
   that pierce violently the gentle slope
   with weathered faces. Watchful eyes
   to those that sit and stare in silence.

   Some shadowing sheep bleat
   their presence, breaking the soundless
   awe, awaking the senses to revel
   in their current setting. Though
   this is a well-trod path, new steps
   are taken with pride matched only
   by each breath’s response. Thrown
   in echo from on high as Haystacks
   disrobes itself from its green mantel,
   leaving naked its short, rocky spine.

   Undulating, Haystacks’ head sits
   atop shoulders just as bare with
   Tarns Innominate and Blackbeck, tears
   pooling in the sky form the soaring
   curved profile. Cairns sit guard at
   either end of the ridge as if to signal
   the rise and fall of this volcanic empire.
   A crowning glory in andesite.

   A time to rest among the purple saxifrage,
   a blush upon the cheek of Haystacks
   with its embarrassment of riches.

   Descend. Between cavernous shoulders,
   strides are widened by gravity’s pull
   but Fleetwith spires a natural wonder
   as before; a guard of honour. Views
   are now fronted like greeting arms,
   spilling out ahead as a walk-in
   painting thrown across the Buttermere
   Valley. A moment to savour.
   Moments to savour.
   Hearts racing full of wonder.
   One last look back at Haystacks.

 

   (C) A.J Westley 23rd Feb 2022

 
     
 
 
  16.21 We took the eastern path down  
   
  16.44 Warnscale Bottom looking towards Mellbreak across Buttermere (HDR)  
   
  17.04 Reaching Warnscale Bottom  
   
  17.28 Looking back at Haystacks  
 
 
   
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