It’s a real sharp slope, but it is not excessively so. The top of it is only a mere 553m above the mean sea level. So, easily, you can’t regard that as a serious undertaking.
So I am really baffled here with the fact that walkers are not really present in great numbers up here, so close to the Grasmere. The last time I was up on that Steel Fell, it was no exemption. It was only an idyllic day of the spring with some very little Herdwick lambs keeping very close to their mothers when they grazed in that young green fronds of bracken, in the time of the year when bracken actually looks perfectly benevolent, with absolutely no hint of that stifling monster that is to come. The weather was really warm and comfortable. And there really was not a single cloud in the whole sky. So, it was just me and those sheep and an infrequent sky-lark.
After that, I just bounded up that ridge, and started singing away at the very top of my voice with the steep inclination, where the voice grew even louder as I gained more and more height. I somehow thought that I might still have some other way to go to that summit cairn. But after that, I was greeted by the magnificent view of the great north, with the dark blue of the Thirlmere below with the Skiddaw and then Blencathra sitting on either side of that in the near distance.Beyond that beautiful summit is some lonely and wild country, placed at the head of the Greenburn.
Maybe it is that what puts the walkers off. On a sunny day, I would reckon that there cannot be a better sight with all the beauty around you.After that, only when I did reach the 537m high Calf Crag, I encountered other humans who went there. The first among them was an enthusiastic Australian woman, who was three days into the Wainwrights following the Coast to Coast route and simply loved it. Then there were three North Americans who actually seemed to be a little lost, but they gracefully declined my offer to help them finding the route. Leaving those back-packers on that high ground, I then dropped into the Far Easedale.
I would not walk that entire length of the valley since I came through on the great Coast to Coast route myself almost 20 years ago. It had made some little yet long lasting impression on me at that time. Maybe I had been distracted by the too much weight of my backpack as I had neared the fag end of another pretty hard day’s walking, but on this particular occasion, I took the liberty of taking my time and savoring the little details: those steep ramparts of the Broadstone Head and the Ferngill Crag. These are definitely the finer aspects of those fells: the ones I had paid a little attention to back in that time when I was only in my early 20s.
The UK Walks are some of the best walks across the UK that any one can do with limited resources. You dont need to have specailist equipment or even be very fit. You must, however, want to be outside in the countryside.