Ian Battersby visits a tarn and is gifted a novel approach to the fells above
HE RIVER CALDEW runs through level, verdant pastures beneath contrasting fellsides, and the valley faces dawn sunlight that warms its attendant golden grasses and fragrant ferns. Carrock Fell opposite is steep and scarred, with dark heather holding sway in sketchy niches. Our path traverses the milder southern slopes, culminating in unexpected rewards. Bowscale Tarn’s tranquil waters reside in a hollow beneath sudden, verdant crags, all
