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                        : Faltering on Fairfield Wednesday 
                        7th February 2018 Sun 
                        in the sky, snow on the hills; it promised to be a good 
                        day for a big BOOTboys outing. Initial 
                        thoughts were for Coniston Old Man but fearful of the 
                        likelihood of ice on the roads we opted for Fairfield 
                        instead.  That isn’t quite right.  Bryan offered 
                        Terry and me the option of climbing from Grasmere to 
                        Grisdale Tarn then carrying on up either Seat Sandal 
                        or Fairfield.  However, I have an aversion to Seat 
                        Sandal- to me its effort / reward ratio isn’t right..... .jpg)
 ..... 
                        so I was minded to opt for Fairfield. We 
                        started lively enough as we climbed Little Tongue.   .jpg)
 When 
                        we hit the snowline it was clear that no-one had been 
                        up before us today as yesterday’s snow lay unmarked 
                        other than by foxes.  You could see how their tails 
                        had swished the ground .jpg)
 We 
                        had an “interesting” detour around Hause Riggs before 
                        reaching the final climb to Grisedale Hause with its 
                        view across the tarn to Dollywagon. .jpg)
 It 
                        had been hard work making our way through quite deep 
                        snow.  Terry and I were both wondering if we had 
                        the energy to make it up to Fairfield. .jpg)
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 Terry 
                        proved to be up to the task.  Maybe it’s the fact 
                        that he climbs the Empire State Building every time 
                        he goes on the gym’s stepper.  I was finding it 
                        much harder going.  Maybe it was the fact that 
                        I had enough gear in my rucksack to equip a mini army. 
                         More likely, I’m just not match fit.  Anyway 
                        I was faltering. Bryan kindly nursed me to the top. 
                         Without his encouragement I am sure I would have 
                        done an about turn and taken an early bath. .jpg) St 
                        Sunday
 .jpg) Helvellyn
 By 
                        this time the day was starting to go off.  Cloud 
                        was forming and there were some strange light effects. 
                         At least I thought they were strange but when 
                        I took my glasses off they didn’t look quite so dramatic 
                        but still unusual. Here is what they really looked like; 
                        to the east..... .jpg)
 .....and 
                        to the south. 
 Apart 
                        from a brief attack of cramp I was going much better 
                        after lunch.  We progressed along to Great Rigg 
                        where we joined two men and their dogs enjoying the 
                        stunning view of the Coniston fells. 
 Finally 
                        it was down to Stone Arthur and back to the car. Later, 
                        relaxing at the Brewery in Staveley, I reflected that 
                        it was November since we last did an outing of similar 
                        statistics (and that was with less snow).  The 
                        ten week layoff has done me no good.  Must get 
                        back into proper action again next week! Don, 
                        Wednesday 7th February 2018 Thanks 
                        to Bryan for seeveral of the Photos 
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