This is as lonely and as eerie a stretch of fell as you're ever likely to encounter. With the only interruptions to the moorland being Burnmoor Tarn and the sinister looking Burnmoor Lodge. If you should happen upon this spot when the mist is down then you really will feel the need to keep looking over your shoulder.
Prior to the church yard at Wasdale Head being consecrated, upon their passing, the local people had to be carried over this route for burial at St Catherine's church just outside the tiny hamlet of Boot in Eskdale. The bodies, or coffins if they were wealthy enough to afford one, would be strapped onto the back of a horse and taken over the moors. Not quite the most dignified way to end your time on earth, but needs had to be met and this was the only realistic option at the time.