|   BB0737 
                         Middle Dodd and Red Screes 
 Thursday 
                        28th November 2007 Tony 
                        had pleaded for a relatively easy day as he and his 
                        drinking buddies were hitting Dalton the day before. 
                         Eight pints later he sent a remarkably coherent 
                        e-mail that he was back home and in better condition 
                        than he deserved to be.  He still wanted an easy 
                        day, however. Our 
                        agreed target was Red Screes and Middle Dodd, one or 
                        both needed by most of us for our next badge. Bryan 
                        tends not to have too much sympathy for self inflicted 
                        poisoning and suggested tackling Red Screes from the 
                        Kirkstone Inn.   To 
                        my surprise, Stan, who also had wanted an easy day due 
                        to his lay off in Tenerife (with self inflicted poisoning) 
                        supported the proposition, advocating climbing up by 
                        the Kilnshaw Chimney. It 
                        looked near vertical to me so I argued for going up 
                        the nose of Middle Dodd from Brotherswater. Having previously 
                        consulted the computer, I pointed out that their route 
                        was same length as Steel Fell (see BB0705 
                        and BB0718) 
                        but even steeper.  The response was “but it’s easier 
                        because it’s a scramble.”  Later Stan admitted 
                        that his son had frozen in the Chimney and Bryan admitted 
                        that he had been up there with his ice axe and had nearly 
                        not made it.   Tony 
                        was swayed by my route due to it not requiring having 
                        to climb back up Kirkstone pass at end of day.  After 
                        last week, 
                        he only does climbs in the morning. We 
                        parked in a lay-by near Caudale Bridge and had to go 
                        much further north (on foot) than I anticipated before 
                        dropping down past the Brotherswater Inn and Hartsop 
                        Hall and then turning south towards the nose of Middle 
                        Dodd.  
                            
                                | 
 Middle 
                                    Dodd from the lay-by..... | 
 .....and 
                                    from  Caiston Beck |  Once 
                        on the Dodd, it got progressively steeper.  I thought 
                        I was not going too well but then spotted Bryan also 
                        in the baboon position (only momentarily, he would have 
                        me add) so that cheered me up. The 
                        weather was changeable.  Tony put on his cagoule. 
                         Bryan and I had a wager as to how long it would 
                        be before he would refer to the bride’s nighty, as he 
                        usually does when he takes it off after only a short 
                        while.  Answer: 11 o’clock. The 
                        RAF seemed to be keeping a close watch on our progress. 
                          
                            
                                | 
 Spotted 
                                    from the air.... | 
 ..... 
                                    and again |  
                            
                                | 
 Bryan 
                                    surveys Brotherswater and the Dodd shadow | Eventually 
                                    we reached the top and dropped into the 
                                    lee to find respite from the cold and quite 
                                    strong wind.  Bryan invited Tony to 
                                    take lunch and something remarkable happened. 
                                     Tony, who did not have his watch on, 
                                    had to ask what time it was. Normally he 
                                    knows instinctively when it is midday as 
                                    his stomach is screaming at him - and he 
                                    at us.  Next he announced that he only 
                                    wanted a drink of oxo and that he would 
                                    have his lunch later. Was he feeling 
                                    alright?  We were seriously concerned 
                                    at this most un-Tonylike behaviour. |  After 
                        the drinks stop we continued to Red Screes and took 
                        lunch in the shelter at the top. Shelter is really 
                        too strong a word; it is high enough to keep your seated 
                        bum warm but not much else.  It was cold.  We 
                        even thought about going back to Middle Dodd! 
                            
                                | 
 Windermere 
                                    from Red Screes | 
 Red 
                                    Screes team  picture |  The 
                        weather was threatening to deteriorate as we made our 
                        way down to the Scandale Pass and then down Caiston 
                        Beck, taking great care on the rocks as they were very 
                        slippery.   We saw two farmers rounding up 
                        fell sheep with a variety of strange looking sheepdogs, 
                        one of which decided to adopt us and only returned to 
                        the farmer after a whole lot of abuse directed at great 
                        volume over a remarkable distance. 
                            
                                | 
 Prehistoric 
                                    settlement | 
 Hartsop 
                                    Hall doorway.  Click on picture full 
                                    picture |  Down 
                        past the prehistoric settlement and then Hartsop Hall 
                        with its lovely mullioned windows and ram’s head carvings 
                        over the door before climbing just a little way up the 
                        main road back to the car. On 
                        the way home another strange thing happened.  I 
                        had to call in at the brewery in Staveley and none of 
                        them would come in the bar with me.  It’s the first 
                        time I have ever known Tony refuse a drink.  He 
                        must have been suffering.  Or perhaps it was the 
                        thought that he only has 99 Wainwrights left to do and 
                        he had better get into serious training. Don, 
                        29th November 2007   Distance: 6.6 
                        miles  (Garmin/ Memory Map) Height 
                        climbed: 2,267 feet (Anquet)  Wainwrights: 
                         Middle Dodd, Red Screes For the latest totals 
                        of the mileages, heights and Lakeland Fell Book Wainwrights see: Wainwrights. 
                         For 
                        detials of a previous visit to Red Screes see BB0513To 
                        see Middle Dodd in winter see BB0704
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Outings 
BB0701 Loughrigg - the GPS 
test 
BB0702 Whinfell- Castle 
Craggs 
BB0703 Wansfell Pike or the 
Stockghyll picnic 
BB0704 BOOTboys Cancelled Day plus High Altitude 
Report 
BB0705 Out of the Mist and 
into the Cloud 
BB0706 Cockups and much much 
more 
BB0707 Equipment testing day 
- High Rigg 
BB0708 Seat 
Sandal 
BB0709 Circling Hollow 
Moor 
BB0710 
Latterbarrow 
BB0711 Eagle Crag and 
Sergeant's Crag 
BB0712 Bakestall, Great 
Calva and the Great Divide 
BB0713 Helvellyn- the range; 
North to South 
BB0714 Ease Gill to Great 
Coum 
BB0715 
Stone Arthur, Fairfield and Apocolypse Now 
BB0716 Caudale Moor and 
Hartsop Dodd 
BB0717 High and Low Rigg or 
maybe a Rival? 
BB0718 Oh No!  Not Steel 
Fell Again? 
BB0719 Mad Dogs and Easedale 
Tarn, Codale and Tarn Crag 
BB0720 An English Munro: 
 Helvellyn via Catstycam 
BB0721 Levers Water 
Circuit 
BB0722 By Steamer to Hallin 
and Place Fells 
BB0723 The Dove and The Deep 
Dales Round 
BB0724 
Wainwright's Worst Wet Walks! 
BB0725 To Hell in a Bucket. 
 And Back!!! 
BB0726 Wrinklies on the 
Crinklies and the Return to Hell! 
BB0727 
BOG OFF- Pen-y-Ghent & Whernside 
BB0728 
Shipman 
Knotts and Half a Horseshoe 
BB0729 Pikeawassa and the 
Fusedale Round 
BB0730 
A Gray Day 
BB0731 Another Gray 
Day 
BB0732 Gable and a Great 
Deal More 
BB0733 To 
Monroe or Not to Monroe? 
BB0734 Nabbing the 
Nab 
BB0735 Helm Crag and a 
Question of Ethics 
BB0736 Gowbarrow Fell and 
Glenridding Dodd 
BB0737 Middle Dodd and Red 
Screes 
BB0738  An Adventure and a 
Test                            
 
     Click on the photos for an enlargement or related large 
picture.   Wainwrights Bryan 
                        has kindly produced a log of which Wainwrights have 
                        been done by which Bootboy 
                        in the "modern" era, i.e. since the advent 
                        of Bootboys. 
                          To 
                        download the Excel file click on Wainwrights. 
                          If 
                        anyone wants to claim other peaks, please let me know 
                        and I will submit them to the adjudication committee!   BOOT 
                        boys This page describes a 2007 adventure of BOOTboys, a loose group of friends of mature 
years who enjoy defying the aging process by getting out into the hills as 
often as possible! As most live in South Lakeland, it is no surprise that 
our focus is on the Lakeland fells and the Yorkshire Dales. As for the name, BOOTboys, it does not primarily derive from an 
item of footwear but is in memory of Big 
Josie, the erstwhile landlady of 
the erstwhile Burnmoor Inn at Boot in Eskdale, who enlivened Saint Patrick's Day 
1973 and other odd evenings many years ago! If you want to contact us, click on 
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