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StuartRae

New member
In another thread, Mike Shimwell wrote:

......a day hike from Boot to Bassenthwaite via the 4 3,000s

Hi Mike,

Boot to Bass? That's one helluva hike! How long did it take?
I've been trying to work out the route, and woke up in the middle of the night at Greenup Edge, trying to decide whether to go down to Grasmere via Far Easedale, or brave the bogs of Wythburn and head for Thirlmere. I imagine the Helvellyn to Skiddaw leg was a bit of a slog.

Regards,

Stuart
 

Cem_Usakligil

Well-known member
In another thread, Mike Shimwell wrote:



Hi Mike,

Boot to Bass? That's one helluva hike! How long did it take?
I've been trying to work out the route, and woke up in the middle of the night at Greenup Edge, trying to decide whether to go down to Grasmere via Far Easedale, or brave the bogs of Wythburn and head for Thirlmere. I imagine the Helvellyn to Skiddaw leg was a bit of a slog.

Regards,

Stuart
Way to go guys, that's quite an undertaking. You must have a very good condition for these hikes. This reminds me of this blog article by Thom Hogan. His attention point #1 is being in shape and trained in advance.

Cheers,
 

Mike Shimwell

New member
In another thread, Mike Shimwell wrote:



Hi Mike,

Boot to Bass? That's one helluva hike! How long did it take?
I've been trying to work out the route, and woke up in the middle of the night at Greenup Edge, trying to decide whether to go down to Grasmere via Far Easedale, or brave the bogs of Wythburn and head for Thirlmere. I imagine the Helvellyn to Skiddaw leg was a bit of a slog.

Regards,

Stuart


Hi Stuart

It was a long day:) I wasn't really in that good shape, but I had the idea to do it with a friend of mine in about 2002, in memory of us doing the Welsh 3000s in 95 (when I was in good shape...) We took about 13 hours all in from Pub to Pub.

As Russ lives in Cambridge he had to drive up to North Yorkshire before we could set off to the lakes on Friday night finally setting up camp about 2.30am. We then got up at about 5 or 5.30 and headed out at 6.

The route was fairly logical - past the pub in boot and along the bridleway, then right at the footbridge and up Scafell. From the top looking west I saw a fully circular fog bow, with my shadow through the middle, something I've necver seen before or since. Then Scafell Pike and Broad Crag, dropping off to High Raise and Greenup Edge. Track down to Withburn and cross the main road.

I needed a sandwich at this point, before (now walking not running) 'storming' the side of Helvellyn. It's always fun when people ask where you've come from on top of a cloud shrouded fell and the answer is faintly ridiculous.

Your right though, the leg out from Helvellyn to Skiddaw was very long - over the Dodds, down to Threlkeld and then to Skiddaw House before turning left and across the open fell to the top. That leg looks so nice on the map, but arriving after the morning takes some of the spring out of your legs. From the top of Skiddaw it should be easy down to Bassenthwaite, but we made our only nav error of the day and spent an extra half hour going in the wrong direction:(

Finish at the pub for a much needed pint and food, then retire to the tent that Russ' girlfriend had kindly taken down at Boot and erected at Bassenthwaite.


It's been on my mind as I've been contemplating repeating it this year. I've got very out of shape (round in fact) over the last couple of years and have started making a proper effort to recover some of the lost fitness. At the moment it's more biking than running. Not least because I don't enjoy running too far at 15 stone, but also because I fancied trying something different and where I don't feel the need to compete. If all goes well I'll probably have a crack during the summer, hoping for one of those long but not too hot days.

All welcome!

Mike
 

StuartRae

New member
Hi Mike,

Thanks for the details.

We took about 13 hours all in from Pub to Pub.
Not quite up to Joss Naylor standards, but not bad :)

...down to Withburn and cross the main road.
I couldn't be bothered to hunt out the OS maps, but I guessed right then.

......over the Dodds, down to Threlkeld and then to Skiddaw House
If I hadn't fallen asleep again, that's the route I would have taken.

I've got very out of shape (round in fact) over the last couple of years
Same here, except the knees are now shot so there's not much hope for me......

And apologies if anyone followed the link I posted. I accidently linked to the HTML page containing the image, which in turn links to my old website. It's like an old, dusty house; not been visited for ages and probably has a few skeletons in the cupboards. A lot of the images don't bear scrutiny any more (cheap scanner and the need for small compressed files). I had good intentions to update it when I retired, but I've been far too busy not doing more important things. :-(

Regards,

Stuart
 

Mike Shimwell

New member
Hi Mike,

Thanks for the details.


Not quite up to Joss Naylor standards, but not bad :)


I couldn't be bothered to hunt out the OS maps, but I guessed right then.


If I hadn't fallen asleep again, that's the route I would have taken.


Same here, except the knees are now shot so there's not much hope for me......

And apologies if anyone followed the link I posted. I accidently linked to the HTML page containing the image, which in turn links to my old website. It's like an old, dusty house; not been visited for ages and probably has a few skeletons in the cupboards. A lot of the images don't bear scrutiny any more (cheap scanner and the need for small compressed files). I had good intentions to update it when I retired, but I've been far too busy not doing more important things. :-(

Regards,

Stuart


Not quite up to Joss' standard, but when I was a bit younger:) (OK maybe not quite!)

If your knees are too shot perhaps we should just have a pint if I make it in the summer? Probably at Bass rather than Boot!

Mike
 

Cem_Usakligil

Well-known member
...And apologies if anyone followed the link I posted. I accidently linked to the HTML page containing the image, which in turn links to my old website. It's like an old, dusty house; not been visited for ages and probably has a few skeletons in the cupboards. A lot of the images don't bear scrutiny any more (cheap scanner and the need for small compressed files). I had good intentions to update it when I retired, but I've been far too busy not doing more important things. :-(
On the contrary my dear Stuart! I have found that it was more than worth my time visiting your web site. Especially, I have enjoyed your random jottings (a.o. the custard cream scale and the social phobia, from which I too seem to suffer) and specifically the family pictures from the 50s. Simply precious.

Cheers,
 

Mike Shimwell

New member
On the contrary my dear Stuart! I have found that it was more than worth my time visiting your web site. Especially, I have enjoyed your random jottings (a.o. the custard cream scale and the social phobia, from which I too seem to suffer) and specifically the family pictures from the 50s. Simply precious.

Cheers,

Stuart

I just had a look at your site. Love the pictures from the 50s - the Honister shot hasn't changed all that much really.

You need a different equatoin for your custard creams, that's all. The unit is fine, but the rate of consumption obviously needs increasing.

As for social phobia, you missed out t'b*ggers who think nowt of parking in a disabled or parents spot whilst they step, nay leap, from t'car to go and produre a few bottles of some distressingly unpleasant alcopop.

Mike
 
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