Yesterday was one of those rare summer days in England when it didn’t actually rain. Even better than that, the sun shone and the views over the Lake District were crystal clear.
We set out from Patterdale to climb Place Fell, that huge and colourful mound above Ullswater.
Strangely enough, over the years, I’ve been up most of the hills round about, but never to the top.
The worst thing about Place Fell is its name; so dull and pedestrian. This great hill deserves something better, something more dramatic.
We took the path up to Boardale Hause, that important junction of paths that goes long back into history. A little chapel once stood there, though there’s little to see now. The path we followed was a most important track linking Patterdale and Martindale.
To follow it is really to be stepping out in the footsteps of ancestors. Another reason why we should always fight hard to preserve the original lines of our footpaths and bridleways.
A good path leads from the Hause up to Round How, a minor summit, and then an easy stroll across to the top of Place Fell, crowned with a stone-built Ordnance Survey trig point.
It is a sensational viewpoint, not just over the familiar mountains of eastern Lakeland, but across the valley of the Eden to the Pennines, then over the Solway Firth to the first hills of Scotland.
A terrific hill, Place Fell, but it really does deserve a better name