Lost & Found on Cockup: Going the Extra Mile to Take our Litter Home after Walking up Bakestall

We continue to find hats, scarves, single gloves, walking poles and reusable water bottles on our walks in the Lake District and beyond. Stuff that people have dropped or put down and forgotten to pick up, or kit that has fallen out of their rucksack. On a recent trip up Bakestall behind Skiddaw we found out ourselves how easy it is to leave gear behind on the fells.

We took the long way up Bakestall, not just because we enjoy walking all day [we do] but because parking the Blue Bus isn’t always easy. It is only 5.4m long and 2.2m wide so can fit in a normal parking space and along a narrow lane but that isn’t the only consideration. Sometimes we decide to choose easier to reach but less popular parking and have a longer walk rather than negotiate a narrow lane only to find all the parking spots are taken [in the Lake District this can happen by 09.00]!

Bakestall isn’t often walked on its own, unless you are bagging your Wainwrights and didn’t go up it while you were walking up one of the nearby fells. This is why we were heading up this little hill at just 673m high and tucked away behind Skiddaw. If you are walking up it, own a car and are prepared to get up early you would park in the small parking area on the narrow lane that runs underneath the fell. On a fine August day we rightly guessed that this would be busy and so parked our campervan in a large lay-by just south of the Ravenstone Hotel on the A591, not a parking area for any obvious hill and so much quieter.

From here we walked steeply up the wooded hillside and out onto the open fell, descending down to the bridge over Chapel Beck and the minor road from the A591, picking up the track up Dash Beck a short distance along this road. From
Whitewater Dash falls we climbed up Bakestall and stopped to chat to a friendly walking group who were continuing onto Skiddaw. We took a good grassy route downhill, onto the steep slopes of Cockup and followed a path that skirted above the intake wall to rejoin our outgoing route by the ridge from Ullock Pike.

This was mostly a good path with stretches through bracken and short tricky sections in and out of gullies. It was going smoothly until we had a small cock up on Cockup. On one section of footpath through bracken, I was in front and just avoided tripping up on a stone hidden by undergrowth. Before I could warn my walking partner he tripped up and flew headlong into the grass and bracken. Ready to grab the first aid kit, I was relieved to find that nothing was broken or even cut. Neither of us could believe we had got away without damaging anything after such a dramatic fall.

Back at the ‘van we realised we hadn’t quite got away with it. Our favourite and most-used water bottle must have flown out of the outside rucksack pocket as my partner lost his footing on the fellside. We were gutted and it seemed ironic that two people who are always picking up lost items should themselves mislay something that will become litter on the hills. It seemed too far to go back so we tried to accept the loss but all evening it kept niggling!

The next day we had a fairly easy hike up Mungrisdale Common. It was mid-afternoon when we returned to the ‘van and we both knew what we were going to do. We drove the Blue Bus along the narrow lane to the bottom of Bakestall, thinking there was more likelihood of a parking space at that time of day. We were lucky, there was one space free that was Blue Bus size. Walking back along the road, we picked up the exceptionally steep path to the intake wall and followed our route through the bracken and gullies, all the time scouring the ground for the offending stone. Luck continued to be on our side and even in thick bracken, we spotted the trip hazard / stone and lying among the undergrowth was our precious water bottle. It only took us about an hour and 500m of climbing to find it! Never say we don’t take our litter home with us!

Author: Back on the Road Again Blog

I write two blogs, one about my travels in our campervan and living well and frugally and the second about the stories behind the people commemorated in memorial benches.

5 thoughts on “Lost & Found on Cockup: Going the Extra Mile to Take our Litter Home after Walking up Bakestall”

  1. Several years ago we did this retracing of the route in a local area to find “his” (not mine!) mobile. It was intact & in full view and none the worse for a night in the damp grass. However, the trip you described was certainly a lucky soft landing or Anthony. Last week I tripped over a 4 inch high volcano sized eruption on a tarmac path in West Yorkshire. Visiting friends who live there, we were returning from a walk on tops, the lanes and over the nearby fields. Having been watching where I put my feet, I didn’t expect to find a hazard like that on a flat footpath at the end of the walk. There was blood – a lot of it – an ambulance, nearby neighbour who was a retired nurse & gave first aid, A&E in Huddersfield & brilliant professional care throughout. I have sore bruised ribs & knees and a head wound ( glued together & gradually healing but also sore) and a now slowly diminishing purple panda-look black eye.

    I don’t think I dropped anything, but my confidence took a tumble and is gradually coming back.

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    1. Goodness Joyce, that sounds a dreadful fall. Bruised ribs and a black eye can be very painful for a while and a head wound! It is easy to fall over almost anywhere, even in your own garden it can happen. You were lucky not to break anything. I understand what you mean about regaining your confidence. When you are young you assume you will bounce back but I feel I have heard about so many incidents it is hard not to be over cautious (Anthony would possibly say that I am). He certainly was lucky that day on the hill. After my inexplicable Croatia bike accident a few years ago I am still hesitant about cycling down steep hills and often end up walking down them! https://backontheroadagainblog.com/2018/05/22/oodles-of-kindness-found-in-croatia/ Well done retracing your steps and finding his mobile and you are lucky it was still there. It is good to hear from you and hope you are feeling back to normal and in less pain soon.

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      1. Omg that sounds a horrific crash you had, and with similar painful ribs & the black eye, the ghoulish coloured face when the bruising starts to subside & the initial lack of confidence. In A&E I began to wonder if the bleeding would ever stop – it broke through and out of the dressings about 4 times. I’m currently fanatical about the wound, which itches like crazy (must be healing) but I’m nervous of knocking the huge scab off. It wasn’t stitched, but glued and I gather there’s a hole there….!
        Our experience of Croatia was far less fraught, but we went there pre-family, pre-tent and van and in the days when it was Yugoslavia, and loved it.
        I walked very very carefully today by the lake in Tatton Park and had my beady eye on the tree roots, I can tell you!
        Thanks for your good wishes – today is probably to most “normal” so far, a week on with a physio session under my belt and exercises to do.

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