The Howgills

Andy and I had a wonderful walk on Saturday.  The Howgills, rounded, smooth fells with steep sides and named “Sleeping Elephants” by Alfred Wainwright, nestle between the Lake District and the Yorkshire Dales.  Despite being close to two tourist honey pots it’s possible to be out all day and barely see anyone.  Our 15K walk, inevitably involving the odd geocache, took us from Sedbergh to the summit of the highest fell, The Calf, in windy but warm conditions.  That we were hungry on our return as we’d forgotten our sandwiches was a small price to pay for such spectacular solitude