Threlkeld Camping Trip: Part 2
I awoke, having slept like a hibernating hedgehog. Last night I went to bed early. I'm fresh. Fresher than I should be after camping on a packed site. But I feel good and ready to go. My main aim is to tick off the remaining members of the Skiddaw group. I'd long since ticked off Latrigg and Dodd, the two little fellows on either extremity of the range. Today I was gunning for the big lads, the biggest being Skiddaw, the fourth highest and most ancient fell in the Lake District. But going straight over to the skiddaw range would have been too easy. I decided to fit another one in before then. Ever since I first climbed Blencathra, I had wondered what the sloped hill was called which I could see from the summit on the opposite side of the A66. That fell is called great mell fell. It is in Matterdale, James Rebanks ( The Shepherd's Life ) country. It sits near its little sister, little mell fell, which I bagged the previous evening. I just about managed to get my car parked