Spending weeks checking the forecast, for a special day in the mountains.
I couldn't ask for a better day, Cobalt blue skies, warm sunshine and magical light.
Starting from the village of Boot in Eskdale, passing the super pub and thinking of the well earned drink that would come at the end of the day.
Finding the little track that would lead us to the summit of Slight side, we shared it with a couple of Herdwicks. You can see the summit in the distance.
And here we are on the summit of Slight side, views as far as the eye can see.
Across the Solway to Scotland, I even think we could make out the Isle of Man. This was a tick in the book for Wainwright's, and with only four left, to do, we started on our accent of the Fourth last 'mighty Scafell'.
The Ridge walk would take about forty five minutes, a bit of trek up the rocky, boulder strewn summit. Concentrating on the path was necessary, with iconic giants surrounding the area, it was quite difficult with Crinkle Crags, Bow fell, Scafell Pike even Blencathra and Skiddaw all jostling for attention.
Looking back to Slight side, and the path is somewhere there.
This is one of my favourite views, of Gable and I'm looking forward to painting this on a big scale, but today a super quick five minute sketch, before the scary descent down the scree slope.
Views down to Wastwater and Burnmoor Tarn, where we are heading towards.
Making our way across the boggy Marsh, much easier after sliding down scree. We barely saw many other walkers, a couple of families at the Tarn sunbathing along with a herd of Cows.
I wonder if this is the pair of Herdwicks we saw earlier in the day, posing in front of Harter Fell.
A lengthy ten mile walk, in wild Lakeland scenery. Wainwright calls Eskdale a piece of Heaven and today I would agree.
Back to Boot, over the bridge and passing the pub!!!
I hope you've enjoyed my super Scafell walk, it certainly inspired me and I can't wait to get the paints out.