Sharkey's Dream

With a limited window this weekend I saw fit to do something that I haven’t done in over two years, which was to travel to Lakeland after a short morning shift in work, this coincided well, especially with the weather as this day was the best from the weekend, but in arriving late in Lakeland you are also met with one or two disadvantages; the main one being parking…but I’ll get to that a little later on.

Without going into detail its been a tough week, ok – I’ll go into a little detail as I know this is a Blog & maybe sometimes besides the fells you may or may want to know what is going through my mind. Well I’ll make it easy & you can add your own personal feelings. Anyone familiar with my Blog over the years, may or may not know that my Mum (I can never call her mother, she’ll kill me!) is struggling to cope with her aneurisms of which she has six lodged within her brain, the aneurisms cannot be removed at all, final. So with this, my mum & my family have to live day by day & watch them slowly eat away at her. This week especially, has affected me & my family the most.

Not only right now am I’ & we, are struggling to cope with my mums illness – as the great man that he is; my father-in-law is also struggling with ill-health, two people how I love deeply have deteriorated so much in the last six weeks that right now, well you know… its hard on everyone concerned.

That’s all I’m going to say on the matter.

Ok; I’m going to leave it there & let the fells; & my beloved Lake district do the talking…

It seems pretty desperate to run & leave your problems behind, if only for a few hours, but Lake land is my fix, my solution to blow some cobwebs, you can’t buy it in a bottle. You have to live it.

So you kinda know where I am right now…

Back to the walk.

I had put together a hasty plan to leave Wigan around 12:30pm & good willingly arrive in Lakeland around 2 ish, well, I might of been a little over optimistic as it was actually 14:20 & that was with a slight heavy pedal on the drive up too. The walk in question was very hastily but together. Clough Head, that’s it. That was my walk plan, not like me to give it some extra thought but there you go, I just wanted to get there, saddle up & walk.

I only gave the parking theory slight thought; I just guessed I’d get lucky. You see my destination was Wanthwaite on the B5322 just off the A66, well-within St Johns-in-the-vale, a hamlet fit for two, maybe three well parked cars. Lucky Paul? yes you’d need a lot of it my friend.

I arrived in Wanthwaite not knowing what was around the corner, I’d guessed other walkers just like I would, would be returning to their cars around mid-afternoon, I was wrong, my heart sank as I rounded the bend & witnessed three vans oddly enough, packing the narrow verges.

With a slight panic & with no real plan, I span the car around at the crossroads & looked upon Blencathra.

This walk is the result of that slight panic.

ASCENT: 2,703 Feet , 823 Metres.

WAINWRIGHTS: 1, Blencathra

WEATHER: Warm & Sunny, Overcast At Times, Slight Gust On Tops, Highs Of 17°C Lows Of 14°C

PARKING: Road Side Parking, Scales (FOC)

AREA: Northern.

MILES: 4.7

WALKING WITH: On My Own.

ORDANANCE SURVEY: OL5

TIME TAKEN: 3 Hours 15 Minutes.

ROUTE: Scales – Sharp Edge – Atkinson Pike (Hall’s Fell Top) – Blencathra – Hall’s Fell Ridge – Scales

Wainwright Guide Book Five

The Northern Fells

Sharp Edge is the highlight of this walk, shining like a beacon on what is otherwise a dreary line of approach. The route has a long-established reputation and is deservedly popular.

Sharp Edge is a rising crest of naked rock, of sensational and spectacular appearance of breaking wave carved in stone. The sight of it as close quarters is sufficient to make a beholder about to tackle it forget all other worries, even a raging toothache. The crest itself is sharp enough for shaving (the former name was Razor Edge) and can be traversed only a cheval at some risk of damage to tender parts. But, as on Striding Edge, an easy track has been worn just below the rim of the north side; using this, rock-handling is kept to a minimum. There is one awkward place, calling for a shuffle off a sloping slab on to a knife-edge: countless posteriors have imparted a high polish to this spot.

Clough Head & Great Dodd from the start of the walk.

By now its 14:44 & a lovely 14°C with a cool breeze blowing around the lower slopes of Blencathra. From here the traffic is noisy, as bike after bike opens up along the A66, but I don’t care, I’m were I wanted to be.

Being as this was a late start, all I had to do back at the car was shoulder pack & I was away – I took it upon myself to wear my boots on the drive up sparing time kitting up at the road side, this wasn’t as uncomfortable as it may seem as my boots are pretty light weight anyway.

I left the car pointing east along the A66 & I knew the moment I left it, a decision I was later to regret after the walk but that was some time off.

Looking back along the narrow track towards central & north west Lakeland.

I hit the fell side with all guns blazing but the steady climb soon stole my glory as minute by minute I slowed down eventually stopping, heaving for breath, this is stupid Paul, what are you doing – just take your bloody time.

The Lakeland frontier that is; Great Mell Fell.

Feeling a little more composed as I now contemplate my route ahead but not before…

Taking this close up of the Mosedale Viaduct.

Built from Penrith stone to carry the Carlisle to Keswick railway back in 1864, sadly it was 1972 that saw the Viaduct decommissioned along with the whole Keswick – Carlisle line.

Great views & big skies looking towards the eastern fells.

The skyline you see ahead are that of the High Street Roman Road from Loadpot Hill across to High Street itself.

Sharp Edge lies ahead.

I wont lie to you in saying that not only was Blencathra over my shoulder not over an hour ago while I tried to park up in Wanthwaite, but so was thoughts of not just one of Lakelands finest arêtes but one of the UK’s finest ridges walks.

Its been well over three years since I last set foot on Sharp Edge & back then as a novice it terrified me, I always said that I had done Sharp Edge & that I needn’t do it again, well that was then & this is now & right now I’m pumping myself with adrenalin.

Today I’m going to face some demons of old & get myself back on Sharp Edge.

A close up of Sharp Edge & Burnt Knott.

I had only one concern at this point & that was a gale that was now blowing down the valley, its a notorious spot for a wind tunnel from this approach even on a good day such as this.

Crossing Scales Beck.

The wind right about here was enough to get me thinking of a slight change in plan, not enough to bowl a man/woman over but enough to keep them on their toes.

Scales Tarn & Tarn Crags from the tarns outflow.

I knock around Scales Tarn to get some pictures, in doing this, it is here I make up my mind to go ahead with the traverse over Sharp Edge.

A close up of Sharp Edge from Scales Tarn.

I have a good feel about the place as I take a few pictures around the tarn, here I spot three people on Sharp Edge focusing on this guy as he picks his way across the arête, the other two are on an ascent on Foule Crags just to the left & out of shot.

 

Sharp Edge.

I make my way up the steep rocky path noting that the sun has been hidden by a huge grey cloud, this takes the warmth out of the climb away, as I get nearer to the start of Sharp Edge I also notice that the wind has dropped so this keeps the confidence up.

Sharp Edge in mono.

The start of Sharp Edge.

It is here I take a gulp from the Camelbak & itch up my shorts & pull down my mid layer which by now as usual, was half way up my back!

Just under half way when I stopped to take this picture looking back.

The path or course of, is varied in-between a narrow ledge to the left of this picture which comes to an abrupt stop, given no choice, here you have to climb onto the top of the ridge as I did here, pointing the other way is ….

The most exposed part of the ridge & Foule Crag.

This part will always get the nerves going for any fell walker me included, you can see another part of the path to the right of the picture, again giving you no choice other than to gain the ridge, if you like a good scramble & have a head for heights Sharp Edge is the ultimate in what Lakeland can offer.

Looking back along Sharp Edge.

I wont lie to you here, memories came flooding back as to why I’ve kept away from Sharp Edge for so long, keeping composed & sighting your route across the Edge is key, always being one step ahead holds great & keeps up the confidence.

Nearing the end of the traverse when the vastness of Foule Crags come intimidatingly into view.

Just for scale on how high this wall of rock is when you pick out the two people centre left at the top of the crags.

However, the scramble up Foule Crags is no-where near as daunting as it looks in this picture, a short scramble to the right of Foule Crags which then diverts you left across the face is the safest route up which turned out to be quite a fun scramble.

Looking down on Sharp Edge from just beneath the summit of Foule Crags.

With the climb over I had in mind something a little more spectacular to end the route, but that’s a little while on across the summit plateau, but first I had to reach Blencathra’s summit.

Heading across the Saddle of the summit, the couple ahead are the two you saw in the previous photo at the top of Foule Crag.

Looking west on some favourites of mine, the sky is now blue again & this reflects in Scale Tarn below.

Looking back across the Saddle with the white quartz stone cross monument just to the left of the picture. 

Blencathra’s unusual circular stone trig point.

While the flowers add to the summit – I’m not to sure about the pile of stones that people are adding daily. This is a trigonometry point & not a cairn which in fact is just near by.

Rant over, time for some pictures as there are spectacular views all around.

Looking over Gategill Top & Gatefell towards Derwent Water & Lakeland from north to south.

Looking further north towards Skiddaw Little Man & Skiddaw’s Summit.

Gategill Top.

Within minutes the thickening cloud had obscured the sunlight dusking Lakeland in mono.

Looking down on a clouded Lakeland with Thirlmere, Low Rigg & High Rigg in the foreground, Tewit Tarn is other there on the right with the southern fells on the skyline.

My descent route: The Hall’s Fell Ridge.

Hall’s Fell Ridge can be found directly in front of the circular trig point at Blencathra’s summit & fittingly this ridge descent would be a perfect way to end the walk (it was also the most brutal on the knees!)

I had scaled The Hall’s Fell Ridge back in January of this year when the climb up was met with low cloud which obscured the views, with no chance of that today I start to head down.

Looking down on Hall’s Fell narrow edge.

I will go to say that the Hall’s Fell Ridge is most definitely best ascended rather than descended which only exception to my bad knees, both feel healthy but hurt from the crunching descent, ahead I spot four walkers along the ridge, the first two are two women in front of the crags below talking to a guy on his way up, in any normal circumstances I would probably overtake other walkers while on a descent, it seems what Sharp Edge didn’t do to my knees – the Hall’s Fell Ridge is now, making light work of it! ouch.

Looking back up Hall’s Fell Ridge.

Parts of the descent I remembered well from January & parts looked completely new to me as they were obscured by cloud, so it does give that feeling of never been here before aspect to it.

Threlkeld Common, St Johns-in-the-Vale & Clough Head domineer the final part of the ridge.

I have to wonder whilst I gaze upon Clough Head for much of the descent, that would I have had the day as I have had today, as it turns out I don’t think I would have.

I make a left turn as I get to the bottom of Hall’s Fell & head for Scales, its just under a mile, so here I take advantage of the pleasant track underfoot, it is here I also finish off my lunch as T-time.

The track here makes its way through past the trees in the distance & over…

Doddick Gill.

That’s Blencathra’s summit you can see in the distance.

I thought I had the ascent behind me, that was up until I reached this crossing, the path then diverts you up by the stone wall & up one very steep last push.

The next patch of water I cross would be Scaley Beck & that was even trickier.

Scaley Beck.

As I crossed Scaley Beck did I had to negotiate a sudden drop to get down to the river bottom, this was gained by lowering myself sometimes with my arse I might add down some mighty steep wet rock, I kid you not, my heart fluttered more on this wet tricky 15 foot descent that it did on both the arêtes & ridges I had traversed today!

This also was met by another steep scramble over wet polished rock before I re-joined with the main path.

Difficult & dangerous? I tend to agree & not to mention, totally unexpected.

The White Horse Inn, Scales.

Within minutes of my last few scrambles do I find myself back at the gate where I started my walk a little over three hours ago. I look & indeed smell like I’ve had a bloody good day on the fells feeling content that Lakeland has done its job yet again.

Time for a bath, a few beers & some precious time with my family.

Today I find myself back on the southern fells in as much as many walks, yet this time I am on the old Lancastrian-Cumberland border, this is Coniston country…

This walk was devised a number of months ago & saved to rest in the draft section of this here website, only for the fact that I just didn’t want to let slip; Dow Crag’s South Rake.

Right up until Monday of this week I still hadn’t a plan on one where to climb towards & what would be the last walk of my week long holiday, Pillar took far too much of the grey matter for me to think past it, then when I finally did I remembered this draft.

The draft lay there over the latter of the winter months with me knowing that one day, when the diary’s empty & the weather is good enough for a scramble that said draft will finally become published.

Today was that day.

ASCENT: 2,627 Feet, 801 Metres

WAINWRIGHTS: 3, Dow Crag, Brim Fell, Coniston Old Man

WEATHER: Warm & Sunny, Clear Skies With Distant Haze, Highs Of 16° Lows Of 8°

PARKING: Car Park At The Top Of Walna Scar Road, Coniston.

AREA: Southern.

MILES: 5.6

WALKING WITH: On My Own.

ORDANANCE SURVEY: OL6

ROUTE: Walna Scar Road – Boo Tarn – The Cove – Goat’s Water – Dow Crag South Rake – Dow Crag – Goats Hawse – Brim Fell – Coniston Old Man – Coniston South Ridge –Boo Tarn – Walna Scar Road

The Southern Fells.

 

The crag is the preserve of rock–climbers, but walkers may visit the base of the great cliff by taking the climbers path from the outlet of Goat’s Water. A simple traverse to the right across a scree slope then leads to the ridge just above Goat’s Hause. This route although involving boulder hopping, is much more interesting than the usual way up to the Hause on the eastern slopes of the tarn.

Easy Buttress, Easy Gully and Easy Terrace are by rock–climbing, not walking, standards. Rock – climbers don’t seem to know the meaning of easy. True, most walkers would manage to get up these places if a mad bull was in pursuit, but, if there is no such compelling circumstances, better they should reflect soberly…and turn away.

There is however, a cowards way to the top of the crag. From the lowest point of the cliff turn left past the striking entrance to Great Gully and more roughly up to the foot of Easy Gully, which is chocked with stones. Here unexpectedly, (it is not seen until reached) a straight ribbon of scree in a shallow gully goes to the left (at a right angled tangent to Easy Gully) – this route, although steep and loose, leads directly to the ridge above all difficulties. Climbers often use this as a quick way down, and it is comfortably within the capacity of most walkers. Lacking a name, but deserving one, SOUTH RAKE is suggested.

Walna Scar car park, 7:54am  8°

I arrived at Walna Scar under big blue skies & this put a smile on my face seeing as that today for the first time this year I shall be wearing shorts. The early morning trip along the A591 was uneventful, but this all stopped as I arrived in & around Windermere, here I was to follow a CO-OP truck through the narrow lanes of Clappersgate, Skelwith Bridge, Yewdale & Finally Coniston, behind me lay a string of traffic at a snails pace, also behind me was the silver car at the far end of the car park.

Leaving the car park along the Walna Scar Road, the pointy fell ahead is a distant Stickle Pike.

The Freelander that had parked at the far end of the car park which arrived at the same time as me belonged to a local man, a man born & bread in Windermere, a man with almost sixty five years of walking the Lakeland fells under his belt, a man named Don Greaves.

Kitting up didn’t take long at the car park, in conditions such as this it was just a case of lacing up the boots & throwing the pack over ones shoulder, Don commented on the fantastic conditions & asked what were my plans for today? Dow Crag I reply, well’ I’m going that way myself before I head over the top of Goat’s Hause, I’ll join you if you don’t mind.

Brown Pike, Buck Crag & Dow Crag over towards the right of the picture.

We set of for Goat’s Hause at a steady pace, which is remarkable as Don is recently recovering from a hip replacement, Don now walks with a slight limp which I only noticed after he told me, ‘yeah in a comical fashion’ the X-ray revealed a big gap of light in between my hip joint, Doc says I have to have it replaced.

Within six weeks of the operation Don was driving again, within ten, Don was circuiting Tarn How’s weekly on crutches to regain his fitness, now at the age of seventy five Don is heading for the Coniston Old Man.

As we approach The Cove over towards our left Don explains about the times he has searched unsuccessfully for the grave of ‘Charmer’ a fox hound killed in 1911 from a fall of Dow Crag, his owner fittingly marked the spot with a memorial somewhere around this area – I think its down there(pointing at the bog like ground that sits directly beneath the Dow Crag ridge) but I cant find it Paul.

Striding Edge found it a couple of months ago did you see it? I did Don; I read Sean’s report & I can’t blame Sean for not revealing the grave’s location on his website, not after what happened to Sean’s dog Angus – who’s memorial to Angus was stolen from the summit of Coniston Old Man some years ago.

I don’t blame Sean one bit for keeping it to himself.

The Cove, Charmers grave is out there somewhere?

Dow Crag as we round the cove towards the outlet of Goat’s Water.

Don & I are still in conversation as I gaze up at Dow Crags rocky buttresses. I was a little nervous in locating the South Rake but I see it clearly; the path & the bottom of the rake from here so I carry on chatting before we depart at the tarns outflow.

 Goat’s Water & Goat’s Hause from the outlet stream.

This is the place I say goodbye to Don, with a firm handshake I watch Don as he heads of over Goat’s Hause wondering if I’ll be as fit & head strong as Don when I’m seventy five years of age.

My route depicted by the red outline up the steep scree path.

Crossing the boulders with care I then made my way to the bottom of the scree, from here I could make out the start of the South Rake as the start lies right at the bottom of Great Gully, otherwise known as The Stance, from here the rake becomes more clear – but you can’t see it from down here, its hidden behind the rocky buttress on the left hand side.

I just need to get up there.

Later, taken from Coniston Old Man – A much clearer view of the South Rake.

The Buttresses are alphabetical & go left to right.

A & B Buttress domineer the whole scree climb. Head for the gap in between these two buttresses & you wont go wrong in locating the start of the South Rake.

The climb was steep but not as steep as I’d had in my head, by now its around 9:20am & while the sun is bright – it is early enough not to give me so much trouble on the steep scree. I use my trusted pole to pick my way across the zigzag path & within twenty minutes I find myself at The Stance at the bottom of Great Gully.

A close up of the Blue Stretcher Box situated at the bottom of B” Buttress.

The Stance.

As I reached the bottom of Great Gully, was I then treated to a rush of butterflies, this is what today is all about.

Looking down the steep scree path towards Goat’s Water.

It is here I am joined by two other walkers (bottom right) or more so climbers, depicted by their helmets strapped to their packs. Initially I think they are heading for the South Rake but they stop & kit up at the bottom of Great Gully.

Starting the climb.

The start of the climb was met with dry loose rock which could be easily avoided if it started to shift underfoot, initially I head towards the right of the Rake but was somewhat forced left the higher I got due to large boulders difficult to negotiate.

Going back to the conversation with Don earlier, I remembered him saying that; not just here, but most Rake’s have these large un-avoidable boulders that are swallowed up by the scree over time, you just can’t ever comprehend this happening but that’s nature for you.

I was luckily enough for Don to email me some shots of me climbing the rake. A tiny spec at the bottom of the rake.

After a short scramble up the rake do you then pass the entrance for Easy Gully, from here I thought to myself that this wasn’t beyond my means, that was until I viewed the exit from the top a little further on.

I think I’ll stick to what I know!

A little further up.

Taken from about half way up the Rake as the gully gets narrower towards the top.

It was around about here I start to have little concerns about the rock situation around me, I’ve been in Gully’s & Rakes such as this many times, yet what never ceases to amaze me is just how un-stable; what would look like a boulder or a rock that has been settled for so long & as soon as you place your hand on it it shifts, I’m not just talking about the rocks or boulders you see in this picture I’m talking about well routed rock, the rock boulders submerged within the walls of the rake.

Careful footing & a clear eye of the route was undertaken from here on in.

This being just one of many that I came across, anyone unsuspecting might use this as a foothold & drop a metre or so, a metre is nothing when your on the ground but in here?

I take out the rock with ease & place it away in a safe place, this foothold has seen its days.

Feeling pretty chuffed as I near the top of the Rake.

Looking back down the Rake as I near the ‘narrow bit’ near the top.

The narrow bit.

It’s quite clear that this section of the Rake doesn’t get much sunlight, here I stick to the right of the path & scramble over the rock as averse to the left hand side of the gully which was covered in wet moss.

I took this photo of this Chock Stone situated a couple of metres short off the top of the Rake off to my right hand side, this buttress of rock forms Easy Gully & I’m sure the rock climbers out there have a name for it.

I took this picture as I rounded the top of Easy Gully which shows the stone in a more clearer aspect a little further on in the walk.

Looking down South Rake towards Goat’s Water & Coniston Old Man from the top of the gully.

Emerging from the top of South Rake.

Thank you for the photos Don

One day this chock stone has to come down, just hope I am not around when it does!

This shot I took while I crossed the top of Easy Gully.

And a little further around, Great Gully.

Time to head for Dow Crag’s summit which wasn’t too far away by now.

As I crested the ridge I took this photo looking back on Stickle Pike & the Dunnerdale Fells.

Dow Crag summit.

Dow Crag summit.

The summit of Dow Crag is reached by yet another small scurry over rock, you haven’t reached the summit until you touch the top, which is just what I did next.

A sun lit Goat’s Water from Dow Crag.

Great Cars, Swirl How & Brim Fell as I descend into Goat’s Hause.

It was here I was met by a couple & their dog, a West Highland Terrier just like the one I have at home, except mine is more than likely curled up in her basket dreaming of her bacon rasher treats & her over pampered lifestyle. The Westie here gives out a little bark as it see’s me & I just couldn’t help but smile

Looking back on Dow Crag over Goat’s Hause.

I take the path you see in the previous picture, then gain the ridge in between Coniston Old Man & Brim Fell.

I had two choices as I got near the top of the path: I could head right & summit the Old Man or I could head left & take in just a short stroll over to Brim Fell, it would be just rude not to!

Brim Fell summit cairn with Swirl How & Great Cars in the distance.

The haze continues throughout the week in Lakeland, as today I am surrounded with panoramic views in every direction I look, that is I might add, for a distance of around three miles, in saying this, I would much rather have haze than rain & low cloud & I’m sure all of you would agree!

In reach of Coniston the Old Man as I turn heel & head for the summit, not before I have a wander over to the Goat’s Water side of the Old Man, where I took the detailed photo of Dow Crag earlier in my report.

Coniston Old Man summit & Trig Point.

The only problem I have about the ridge in between Brim Fell & Coniston Old Man is that it just isn’t long enough, its a fine walk but over too soon.

In the distance we have the Esk Fells & the un-mistakable outline of the Scafells.

Wetherlam, Great How & Swirl How from the summit of Coniston Old Man.

It was while approaching the summit am I buzzed by the sound of Jet engines around the whole Duddon Estuary, any minute now I am expecting to witness a Jet buzz the Old Man, so in earnest I am ready with the camera, the engines roars echo around the valleys bouncing of the fell side but to my dismay I can only hear, yet cannot see one, these Jets are testament to the Royal Air Force as the pilots who use the Lake District as a training ground, the Jets in question are usually BA-HAWK T1’s

You cant miss them, they usually appear as a deafening roar follows by a black streak!

Coniston Water as I leave the summit.

A couple of hours earlier as Don & I chatted we passed the bottom of the south ridge path, I noted to Don that this was a path I have never used before ‘its easy Paul to find from the summit’ said Don, point towards this direction (or the lake) & head directly down, you’ll be sure to pick it up.

Well I had all intentions of leaving the summit via the day trippers route as Wainwright would describe. The fancy handbag & pointy toenails brigade, the Boy Scouts & lets not forget the grandmothers, (this a route I commonly use to descend the old man!) I thought I’d give the south ridge a try & I wasn’t disappointed.

The track leaves the summit south where you are met with a pleasant grassy stone path, lets not forget that you are at some height – so this path in places is steep. The path conveys you across the south (or back) of the fell & in places the path can be easily missed (don’t I know) with views of the whole length of Coniston Water, Coniston & Torver & not least to forget the Walna Scar Road. I guess even in bad weather, you always have something to aim for, as I reached the dirt path of Walna Scar it was here I kicked my toes back into my feet (you get the gist of the path!)

Boo Tarn.

The path lead me directly above Boo Tarn (a small reedy pool) where I then joined up with a very short section of the main path – I was somewhat dis-shelved as I stood to take this picture of what is probably one of the more adverse names given to a Lakeland Tarn.

I still love that name though…

Royal Air Force mountain rescue.

It cant be just coincidence with all the Jet activity could it? I’m not too sure why they are here but I’m hoping its just for training purposes.

Coniston Old Man from Walna Scar car park.

I arrive back at a bustling car park at around 12:15pm & I’m ready for lunch, here I wind down the windows to let the car cool down before I head home, I sit on a grassy spot eating my sandwiches watching the people come back down the fell side & back to their cars. I spot Dons car & I’m hoping he is having a great time on the fells & not over doing it too much.

I think I can safely say that today was one of the best three hours I’ve ever spent in Lakeland, short the time may have been but the memories of the South Rake & the time spent at the beautiful outflow of Goat’s Water.

Don Greaves, there’s a bloke ‘I’ll never forget, thank you If you read this – for sharing your time & your stories of which this walk just wouldn’t of been the same, I couldn’t help but carry on the walk after listening to your lifetime on the fells forever within your shadow.