Bowscale Tarn, Lake District, Summer
We kicked off Father’s Day weekend by revisiting the Mosedale valley in the Northern Fells of the Lake District.
The last time we hiked Mosedale was back in March of this year, during a visit to my Dad’s. It was our first time in this quiet valley and we were floored with the sights and views. The nice weather probably helped.
This time we endeavoured to hike the public bridleway up Mosedale’s southern side. Following this takes you all the way to Bowscale Tarn and, if you want, onwards up to Bowscale Fell (702 m/2,303 ft). Adventurous fell walkers can then extend this hike by venturing further south to summit Blencathra itself (868 m/2,848 ft).
We decided not to summit Bowscale Fell this time round; the humidity was proving quite draining. Nevertheless, Bowscale Tarn was delightful. It’s flanked on all sides except the north by sheer walls of crag. The tarn is reportedly 60 ft deep and—so the legend goes—is home to a pair of talking, immortal fish.
The more you know!
All photos shot on my Fujifilm X-T2 using my three prime lenses: a Samyang 35mm f/1.2, a Laowa 9mm f/2.8, and an adapted Pentax SMC 55mm f/2.0. Images 80% developed in-camera using a customised Provia film simulation, with minor finishing edits in Lightroom and Affinity Photo.
After parking up at the small car park, generously provided by the Quaker Meeting Hall, I had to quickly snap this photo. It’s such an English Lake District village scene.
Tiny Mosedale village, nestled underneath Carrock Fell (661 m/2,169 ft).
Onto the public bridleway near Bowscale hamlet and up we go! We certainly weren’t the only ones on this trail, and nor should we expect to be given it’s summer in the Lake District. Nevertheless, this part of the national park definitely sees fewer visitors.
The flat-bottomed floor of Mosedale, perfectly sculpted by historical glaciers.
Looking back, I spot Lisabet nabbing a photo of a bee on some thistle. The cloudy conditions increased the humidity of the day, and soon we were rather damp in sweat.
Plenty of Swaledale ewes about in Mosedale, with their spring lambs getting to know the valley and the fells.
Around this part of the bridleway, the gradient starts to increase as we near Bowscale Tarn. I paused to catch me breath briefly, and looked back to shoot the light scanning across the shoulder of Bowscale Fell.
Bowscale Tarn is near. The bridleway skirts around this moraine “lip” that keeps the water where it is. Ahead is the wall known sensibly as Tarn Crags.
We made it to the tarn, preceded by fellow hikers and families enjoying the delights of nature.
An unnamed gill cuts through the crags of Bowscale Fell and drops into the deep and dark water of Bowscale Tarn.
Near the outflow of the tarn, which drops to the valley floor as Tarn Sikes, one can find some impressive boulders offering compositional interest.
A wider view of Bowscale Tarn, surrounded by Tarn Crags. The summit of Bowscale Fell is just up and to the left.
Lisabet and I gingerly navigated around the shore of the tarn, picking out photos along the way. Underneath Tarn Crags, I looked back to the outflow of the tarn and made this composition incorporating the distant summit of Carrock Fell.
Even on the steep slopes of Tarn Crags, you’ll find ewes and their lambs.
This part of the shoreline marks the end of our way around the tarn. A brief opening in the clouds above softly illuminates the scene.
There were plenty of kids hopping, skipping, and jumping around the rocks and boulders of the tarn.
After pausing for lunch, it was time to head back down. I equipped my 55mm lens for some longer perspectives, including this one of Lisabet and the northern side of Mosedale.
Salutations to the splendour of nature? Or stretching her shoulders and back out?
After following the clear, yet admittedly steep, path directly back down to the valley floor, we paused at the footbridge to admire this view all the way back up Mosedale.
Roundhouse Farm marks the point where we join the path on the northern side of Mosedale and head back east to the car. The earliest parts of the farm date back to 1702 AD.
Swaledales were being smart and sought shelter from the sun underneath the trees and in the shade of the drystone walls. They look about ready for a good clipping (shearing).
Behold! Some blue sky at last!
The full extent of Mosedale from near the village. What a crackin’ day.