During this walk the weather turned and I was treated to the full harshness of winter weather with a bitterly cold, northerly wind, and snow. It didn't start like that, however, as it was sunny with broken cloud, so when I set off up Glenridding the prospect for the day once again looked good. I was walking along the Red Tarn path out of Glenridding even though Red Tarn was not my destination. Half way up the path beside Red Tarn Beck I turned right along the course of an old leat that crosses the hillside below Catstycam on its way to an old breached dam in Keppel Cove. It was quite interesting to follow that old water channel; it used to capture the waters of Red Tarn Beck and channel them into the reservoir, though with the end of mining in this area it has fallen into disuse. The course of the leat can still be traced on the ground, and wooden planks can even be seen at the foot of a crag where the water was carried around the outcrop in a wooden aqueduct. When I reached the dam I made my way up the hillside to the steep north-western ridge of Catstycam. The climb up this ridge was great fun and I enjoyed every step on the rocky path, prolonging the climb for as long as possible by taking my time and stopping frequently to take in the views (or it may have been because it was really exhausting!).
The name of this fell, Catstycam, is really strange, but what is even more strange is that I’ve been miss-pronouncing it all these years! I have always thought of this fell as Cats-eye-cam, but the Ordnance Survey map spells it Catstye Cam, with two t’s. I never realized it was the sty of a cat, always thinking it was the eye. It’s funny how one can glance at a word and read something completely different. Wainwright in his individualistic fashion spelt the fell Catstycam as I have above, but he notes the OS’s spelling and another: Catchedicam, which is completely different! Eventually I reached the top which was covered in cloud so I was unable to see the awesome view that can be seen from the summit along Glenridding towards Ullswater. Instead I turned left dropping off the summit and towards Helvellyn, climbing Swirral Edge at the end of the connecting ridge. This is an enjoyable ridge, perhaps more satisfying than the ridiculously popular Striding Edge as it has a steeper scramble at the end, especially if you keep to the top of the ridge. Obviously I did try to keep to the top, but a bit of hoar frost on the rocks and some old compacted snow made things a little more interesting.
When I was near the top of the edge the clouds lifted to reveal tremendous views of Catstycam and across Red Tarn so when I reached the summit of Helvellyn I took quite a few pictures of the view from the broad top of Helvellyn while bathed in sunshine. Setting off once again I passed over Lower Man and descended north down the rocky ridge. As I descended, the wind picked up and soon it became bitterly cold as the sun and clear views that I had just enjoyed at the top of Helvellyn quickly became a distant memory. Battling against the cold wind I made my way over White Side and on over Raise. As I started to drop down from the rocky top of Raise it started snowing and so for the first time on this holiday I had to get my cagoule out. Wrapped up against the wind and frozen rain I crossed Sticks Pass and climbed up to the top of Stybarrow Dodd where I had my lunch. Despite the crowds on Helvellyn and on the paths that lead up to it, once I was over Sticks Pass the crowds were, thankfully, left behind.
Once I was going in the right direction I followed this narrow path as I negotiated an undulating ridge across to Glenridding Dodd. This isolated fell is covered in heather and I found myself wishing the rest of the Lake District was similarly clad rather than the boring, sheep-grazed, grassy hills that are more common. The Dodds north of the Sticks Pass are all grass covered and have absolutely no character or redeeming features, and one of the reasons for that is the sheep. Grass is not the natural state of these fells, but heather, bracken and I suppose ultimately, trees. I just wish more of the Lake District had heather-covered fells. I didn't realise until I was approaching Glenridding Dodd that I hadn’t been up it before because in 2003 I bypassed the fell dismissing it as a worthless appendage at the end of the long shoulder of Stybarrow Dodd. But now I am actively seeking out and going up all the Wainwrights so I bagged the summit, in the diminishing light, and quickly descended steeply into Glenridding where all that remained was to walk along the road back up the valley to the youth hostel. The weather on this walk was a little more challenging but I had a great time climbing Catstycam and the complex terrain on Sheffield Pike was a joy.
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