Backpacking the Kentmere and Longsleddale watersheds

by backpackingbongos

It was time for one of my infrequent backpacking trips to the Lake District. Time to put on my best smile and practice saying hello every ten minutes before visiting one of the busiest mountain areas of the UK.

It was late afternoon when I pulled into the small car park next to the community hall in Longsleddale, an isolated valley in the south-eastern Lakes. There was initially a bit of confusion as I could not find the pay and display machine into which to pour a weeks worth of wages. Instead there was a box asking for a donation of £2 a day to go towards the upkeep of the hall and public toilets, even I can’t find fault with that.


(click to increase map size)


Day 1 – 9 Kilometres with 350 metres ascent

It was warm for September, unpleasantly warm as I walked north along the lane with Reuben. I was actually worried that it may be a bit much for him as usually at the start of a walk he is very enthusiastic and pulling at the lead. That afternoon he was simply trotting alongside with his tongue hanging out like a half-formed slice of spam.

The plan for the day had been to climb onto Yoke and wild camp next to Rainsborrow Tarn, however my heart was not in for a big walk that afternoon. I decided that I would sit in the shade and examine the map for a camp spot that would not involve much effort to get to. It turns out that the bridleway that leads from Ullthwaite is not a good place for a sweaty backpacker and his hound to rest. The first mountain biker nearly ran over my leg whilst the second missed poor Reuben by inches, the third swept up a rock that just missed my head. At least I had got myself out of the way of the fourth and fifth. Bloody backpackers getting in the way eh?

I settled on a rare low-level wild camp, although I made sure that I was out of sight of any buildings and paths. The air was incredibly still and humid, perfect for the last few of the seasons midges. My shelter was dripping with condensation even before it got dark and it was a rather sweaty night where I had my sleeping bag unzipped. A fine misty drizzle fell after dark.



Day 2 – 14.5 kilometres with 1040 metres ascent

It was grey, overcast and uninspiring when I woke up, even the lower fells were hidden under a thick duvet of clouds. I did my favourite backpacking thing which involves turning over and going back to sleep for a few hours. When I had eventually finished making brews, having breakfast and packing it was gone midday. Slackpacking at its finest.

I picked a totally rubbish way up Sour Howes that involved tussocks, deep rushes and bogs. Once at the top I could not decide which of the numerous lumps and bumps was the true summit. I therefore visited all of them, from each one the others looked to be higher. It was then a case of following the ridge round to Sallows which was just beginning to lose its cap of cloud. It was along the way that for the first time Reuben met another Staffy on the hill, it was having a great time bounding along with a couple of fell runners.


The cloud suddenly dissipated on the ascent of Yoke, melting away to reveal extensive views under a soft light. The rollercoaster of a route north over Ill Bell and Froswick was a delight, only spoilt by the overly manicured path that in places is more suited to a city park.






I was surprised to have the hills to myself, perhaps people had been put off by the low cloud. After a late start and unhurried walk I was reaping the rewards by being on the hills during the late afternoon, the sun working its way towards the horizon. The fells were taking on a purple hue, shafts of sunlight occasionally piercing the broken clouds.



I enjoyed the high level contour round the head of Kentmere, working a way round to drop down to the Nan Bield Pass on a narrow path. Harter Fell was the last hill of the day and I fancied camping on its summit. However the wind was too strong and the ground parched, the upper reaches of the stream had dried up a long time ago.




We descended down into Wren Gill, locating a reasonably flat spot on a spur above the watercourse. It was dark by the time I had pitched the Wickiup and collected water. The shorter days of early Autumn had nearly caught me out.


Day three – 17.5 kilometres with 450 metres ascent

The night was cold and clear, stars filling the sky when I poked my head out in the middle of the night. It was even colder at dawn and my shelter was dripping with condensation. I watched the shadows gradually recede and waited for the warm sun to reach us before getting out of my sleeping bag. The sky was a deep blue without a cloud to be seen.


Being released from the confines of the shelter into warm sunshine made Reuben a very happy dog.



It was a tiring contour around steep slopes to get to the summit of Adam Seat before descending to Gatescarth Pass. Haweswater gave a good backdrop, leading the eye out of the Lake District and towards the North Pennines.


I originally had grand plans to go and bag Selside, a Nuttall that still eludes me. However after the short afternoon walk on the first day I was now too far behind schedule. Instead I headed south towards the car, taking in the summit of Tarn Crag with its distinctive stone pillar.


There then followed a grand walk south over the silent and empty fells that form the eastern boundary of Longsleddale. I met one couple and saw another in the distance that hot and sunny Sunday afternoon. It felt like we were in the Howgills rather than the Lake District. The various ups and downs felt much more than the map suggested, not helped by the lack of running water. I had to drop down on one occasion to ensure that both Reuben and I remained hydrated.




The last hill of the day was Whiteside Pike, guarded from the north by a drystone wall with no gate or stile. I eventually found a tumble-down section, probably in that state due to there being no gate or stile to help access.

The summit is marked by a tall and precarious looking cairn that is much more sturdy than it appears. It was a good spot to rest before descending back to the road and the long slog back to the car.


20 Comments to “Backpacking the Kentmere and Longsleddale watersheds”

  1. Beautiful James – some of your finest images of dog and landscape. So, what do you think of that tent – I am considering one – any thoughts?

    • Thanks Warren. So far I love the tent, great for one man and his dog or indeed two people and lots of kit. Downside is that it is inner first and there is no porch if using the inner, plus rain will enter if you open the door……. I have just brought a second hand custom inner that only takes up half the space inside. In Sarek I used it without the inner and it was enormous.

  2. I see you used the Oookworks inner ? Great photos of the hills James. I’m a Lakes fanboy and any reports of the Lakes makes my day reading it. Cheers for that.

    • Cheers Martin. I used the Trailstar inner from Oookworks as this trip was back in September. It sort of works but is a bit baggy on one side. Hope to use the Oookworks SL3 inner next weekend.

  3. Nice account James of my local fells. Should have popped in for a coffee/beer.

  4. Lovely looking weather, even if it was a bit on the dry side, water-wise. Not done the Kentmere side, but know the Nan Bield/Harter Fell/Haweswater side quite well – although it is many years since we were there!

  5. Splendid few days. I like those hills, normally a bit quieter than the more popular fleshpots. I know what you mean about that path on the ridge, rather an over the top affair. I think Froswick, Ill Bell, Yoke and Thornthwaite Crag were my very first Lakeland Hills back in 1983. Makes me feel old!

  6. Looks fantastic James, cracking photos too.

  7. A fine walk, James. I am not entirely certain that Sallows and Sour Howes are amongst Lakeland’s finest, though. It is a pity you missed out Selside Pike . I think it a lovely fell. Generally it is very quiet as its grassy slopes seem to frighten off the macho crowd that is addicted to walking over rocky outcrops and unpleasant stony paths (or even worse the Fix the Fells improved paths) of the central Lakes. You must tell me when you are in Cumbria – I might even be prepared to carry a tin of lager up to your camp for you and to give Reuben a tummy tickle.

    Finally, Reuben’s pack looks enormous and very full. Did you make him carry the tent?

  8. Awesome pictures. That looks like a pretty solid dog vest. If you don’t mind me asking, where did you get it? I am hoping to invest a sturdy one for the dog I take hiking!

  9. “I was surprised to have the hills to myself”

    It’s usually pretty quiet there actually. I’ve walked there maybe 15 times and never had a crowd problem even in summer. It’s easily overlooked as you drive up the road to Windermere and then to the famous stuff.

    I like Kentmere. Its not in the heart of the Lakes, which is even better, but it means half the views are across to modest hills more like the Peak District which has some charm. You’ve got big stuff one side, little hills the other, not many people, and easy access from the south.

    • It was a nice spot James and somewhere to escape from the crowds as you say. I plan to go back and backpack from Shap and take in a big circuit of the lesser know fells from there.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: