We met in Booths, now my new most visited place in Keswick, before heading out to Scales. We set off in beautiful sun shine. I was torn between changing into shorts or staying in trousers. As there was quite a breeze I opted for trousers. It was a good decision.
I did my best guiding approach and provided commentary on the route we were taking and spouted entertaining anecdotes to Sue. Or something like that anyway. Before long we were at Scales Tarn and sue had her first view of Sharp Edge. She expressed some concern over the apparent steepness of the last section and the narrowness of the first.
However, being intrepid mountaineers, we overcame these momentary wobbles and got stuck into the ridge. To paraphrase William Murry in Undiscovered Scotland (The book is in the van and I am not, hence the paraphrase) "You can climbing the same mountain a thousand times and each time will be different" This is how I felt about Sharp Edge.
Despite having been up it only two days earlier it was as interesting as the first time I ascended it.
Fortunately, however, both the dog and the chap arrived at the top of the ridge with only a cut leg to show for their difficulty. Although the Gent did say that noting on earth would convince him to repeat the ridge.
Halls Fell is a fun little decent route, which can be exposed as you like. This time the new interest was wondering how a group of Pensioners (Sues client group) would cope ascending it. We decided that all the more exposed sections could easily be bypassed and that it would prove an appropriate challenge.
We ended up back on the road for a long slog back to Scales. Next time we will leave a car at either end. Once back in Scales I had to jump in the van and head back south for a quick change and repack for work.