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                        An English Munro:  Helvellyn via Catstycam Wednesday 14th July 2007 An 
                        English Munro had been the request from daughter Emma 
                        and her partner, Scott. Bryan was the only other Bootboy 
                        available on the day and, after consultation, we decided 
                        on Helvellyn via Catstycam and Swirral Edge. The day’s 
                        weather started in this summer’s typical drizzle easing 
                        to gloom but we had confidence that it would clear in 
                        the afternoon. We 
                        parked at Glenridding and began the long approach up 
                        the glen to the burst dam. Bryan teased us that 
                        we would have to cross by the dam- narrow and certain 
                        death on both sides- but fortunately it was fenced off 
                        and the beck was a far easier option. We 
                        were tackling Catsycam by the northwest ridge.  Fortunately 
                        I had read Wainwright’s description of this and knew 
                        it to be a safe, albeit steep path up an impossible 
                        looking ridge end.  We were further comforted by 
                        Bryan reassuring us that firstly thanks to the mist 
                        you wouldn’t see the drops and secondly that if you 
                        thought Steel Fell was bad, wait until you’ve tried 
                        this! It 
                        was long and steep with some interesting scrambly bits 
                        on the way.  But although my legs ached (unusual 
                        for me) and I found it tough going, needing frequent 
                        pauses for breath (quite usual for me), it didn’t seem 
                        as soul destroying as Steel Fell. As 
                        is the fashion when Tony is not with us, we had a T 
                        break at noon, a little below the summit and then set 
                        off into the gloom of the top and onward to Swirral 
                        Edge. We 
                        had chosen this route to avoid the exposure of Striding 
                        Edge.  I remembered it as being the “softer option” 
                        from the last time I was on it- circa 1960.  And 
                        it was mostly OK with some fun scrambling and just the 
                        odd bit of a drop to avoid! 
                            
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 Team 
                                     picture at Helvellyn summit | 
 Emma 
                                    & Scott in the mist.  What mist? |  The 
                        top of Helvellyn was in quite thick cloud, as the team 
                        picture would suggest.  After this was taken we 
                        made our way to the excellent X shaped shelter for lunch. 
                         I took a photo of Emma and Scott in which you 
                        can see how poor was the visibility.  Except the 
                        camera lens had misted over!  Click on their photo 
                        to see what it was really like! Margaret 
                        had provided a good helping of apple cake for us all, 
                        which went down a treat.  
                            
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 Thirlmere 
                                    apperaing | I 
                                    remarked that I was not going as well as 
                                    I was last year to which, with typical straight 
                                    speaking Bryan replied “No.  You’re 
                                    not.  Last year you would have been 
                                    romping past people”.  Or words to 
                                    that effect.   So, 
                                    once we had passed over Lower Man and, with 
                                    the mist lifting, we were heading over to 
                                    White Side, when a party of school children 
                                    threatened to overtake us, Bryan’s words 
                                    were rattling round my brain (or lack of 
                                    it). |  I 
                        determined that their two out-riders should not be allowed 
                        to reach that summit unchallenged, even though they 
                        were running.  I reckoned that as it got steeper 
                        they would run out of steam or determination. The apple 
                        cake kicked in and a respectable surge to secure the 
                        top ensued. It was just as well no one told them 
                        it was a race as I only just managed to hold them off! 
 Mist 
                        lifting on Catstycam and Swirral Edge Between 
                        White Side and Raise, we had a really good view of the 
                        nose of Catstycam and had I seen that before we set 
                        off I doubt very much if I would have agreed to going 
                        that way.  As Wainwright had said, it looked impossible. 
                            
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 Glenridding | 
 Catstycam |  We 
                        descended by Sticks Pass, with all its spoil heaps strangely 
                        lacking any vegetation despite having been there for 
                        decades.  By now the weather had completely changed 
                        and summer was here at last.  There were superb 
                        views down Glenridding to Ullswater and the High Street 
                        range as well as back to Catstycam.  
                            
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 Glenridding 
                                    car park |  Once 
                                    well down I announced that there was another 
                                    helping of apple cake available as soon 
                                    as we found a suitable spot.  Emma 
                                    sat down immediately! It 
                                    was then an easy, if longish, stroll back 
                                    along the track and road to the car park, 
                                    where there is a lovely little reminder 
                                    of the use to which the valleys once had 
                                    been put. Don, 
                         11th July 2007 |  Distance: 10.1 Miles 
                        (Anquet / Harveys),  Height 
                        climbed: 3,701 feet (Anquet / Harveys) Wainwrights: 
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