From Grisedale Pike G/LD-015, we descended sharply to Coledale Hause, then up the channel towards Grasmoor.  Here I met a fellow schoolteacher, waiting for his D of E group, so it was a good excuse for a rest and a chinwag.  We continued up to the coll, then took the sharp right turn for the path up to the summit ridge.  These good maintained and established paths seemed to follow the line of the dotted "sheep-tracks" on the OS Map, and not the more prominent looking thicker green-dashed PROWs.  This in fact was a feature we got used to over the four days; wherever some groundwork had been done to carve out steps or paving flags, they nearly always followed the line of the "non-PROW" path.  This path was fairly steep, although the map gave me the impression that it wouldn't be quite so.  However, soon enough, we were able to walk almost level around the edge of the escarpment (with rather scary long deep scree slopes to the left) to the summit shelter.

       

We enjoyed the best views of the holiday so far, with the sea, north-western Cumbria, Scotland, and the LD fells to the south and east all in fine form.  I made five contacts on 2m FM, including another S2S with Dave M0DFA/P on Seat Sandal G/LD-022, and a certain GM1INK/P on the A74, just over the border.  At 2.45pm BST, we left the summit and retraced our steps.  This included a return over Grisedale Pike G/LD-015, where I put out two calls from the handy, with no response.

   

We returned to the campsite, showered and went for our third and final night to the Riverside Bar at the Scafell Hotel.  This time I started with the breaded garlic mushrooms with blue cheese dip, while Jimmy had the smoked trout.  He continued to copy my previous evening's meal by having the steak and kidney pie, while I had the Cumberland sausage, which was very tasty.  Getting into the swing of things, and getting decadent, we then both had sticky toffee pudding too!  The pub was packed, and when a couple from Colorado were waiting for a table, we invited them to join us on ours.  This was then best night in the pub yet, and we enjoyed an excellent conversation.  They reckoned that the mountain walking in Colorado was in one respect similar to the LD, in that the ascents were about 3000 feet - albeit starting at 11000 feet and finishing at 14000 feet, as opposed to going from 0 to 3000 as one does in the Lakes!  However, they said a huge contrast was in the diversity of surroundings and scenary, which they loved in the Lakes, with the hills, mountains, lakes, passes, towns, villages, rivers and coastline - but found boring in Colorado, with just rock - and more rock!

I stuck on the Scafell Blonde this time, and Jimmy did his usual three pints of water.  Back at the campsite, it was a very clear, beautiful star-filled sky, so Jimmy and myself got the chairs out of the tent, added extra fleeces and studied the night sky for an hour or so and dabbled with the unusual practice of deep and meaningful conversation.  The Degen radio was set on an 80m SSB QSO as we got in our sleeping bags, but I don't recall much of it, and must have been asleep within seconds.

Many thanks to the following stations, all worked on 2m FM (using callsign GX4MWS/P - Macclesfield Wireless Society club callsign) with 2.5 watts: