1st March 2008

Sunshine and showers at Troutbeck


Walk Overview
Time 08.50 to 12.10
Duration 3 hr 20 min
Distance 7.6 mile
Ascent 1670 ft
Walking with On my own
Church Bridge Troutbeck - Garburn Pass - Sallows - Sour Howes - Dubbs Road - Dubbs Reservoir - Moorhowe Road - Longmire Road - Garburn Pass - Church Bridge Troutbeck
Fells visited
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Starting Point Information Centre
Parking spaces, Church Bridge, Troutbeck

There isn't a great deal of room here; perhaps a few more than half a dozen spaces if you're lucky. Once these are taken however, people generally begin to park along the road near the church.

Parking is free

There are lots of walking on offer from this spot, but for myself, I find this an ideal place to head out onto the western arm of the Kentmere horseshoe.


Route Map

Troutbeck Church, taken as I set out on a rather windy walk on two lovely little far eastern fells.

The first hour of the walk took me up Garburn Pass, where I was treated to continuous views down to the sprawling village of Troutbeck.

In addition to the views across to the village the outlook down the length of the valley to Troutbeck Tongue and the Ill Bell ridge is equally rewarding.


Sunshine on Troutbeck and Wansfell Pike.

Troutbeck Tongue, dwarfed by the bulk of Caudale Moor / Stony Cove Pike.

Almost at the top of Garburn Pass and walking in an ever strengthening wind. I'd intentionally set out from Troutbeck today because of the forecasted high winds. This would give me a few different options to choose from depending on just how bad the conditions were when I got here. I didn't really expect to get any sunshine, so this was a nice bonus (while it lasted).

Looking back down to Garburn Pass (the grey line to the right of the wall / trees).
I know the weather can change quickly on the fells, but what happened today just wasn't fair at all, and I'm sure someone "up there" was having a good laugh at me this morning. Anyone who has been here will know just how close I must have been to the summit when I took this photo. And as I was walking with by back to the rain I simply didn't see it moving in so quickly. A rare event indeed; but I ended up running (honest) the last bit so I could crouch behind the (very small) summit while put my waterproofs on. I did manage to get the trousers on before the bottom half of me got too wet, but the back of my head was feeling the full effect of the ice cold rain, which was made to feel much worse by the strong wind.

Away from the summit of Sallows now and just about to start following the wall around to Sour Howes. But first I had to sort myself out after the rush job at the top of Sallows. The cold I can cope with without much of a problem, but I don't handle discomfort very well. The first thing was to take the waterproofs back off and then change into a dry shirt (in the rain?). It was a good job I was in a secluded spot; I dread to think what this performance must have looked like, particularly when I was trying to dry my head with a pair of gloves.

Looking across to Sallows.

Sour Howes.

Stating the obvious I know, but the rain had stopped now, so rather than head straight back to the car I decided to take a slightly longer route back by walking along Dubbs Road (seen here), Moorhowe Road and Longmire Road,

Dubbs Reservoir with Sour Howes behind.

Further along Dubbs Road and looking towards Sour Howes.

Having a bad hair day.

As a child I can remember being told to "wash your hands and face before you sit at that table". Of course that was in the days when kids played outside, got dirty and when families sat at the table to eat meals together. Wouldn't I have loved to play in that field though.
Anyway, and trying getting back to the point if indeed there is one. It looks as though this group of ladies couldn't get to the table "washed and dried" even if they wanted to. I don't think I'd fancy sitting down to this meal, but at least there's plenty of room underneath to hide the bits you don't like. The best I could manage was to put the crusts under the edge of the plate. Of course these were the same crusts that miraculously vanished before my mother cleared the table. Didn't they??

Troutbeck Church.

David Hall -
Lake District Walks