The Priest’s Cave


I woke up to a beautiful summer’s day and the camping grumpiness that results from a poor night’s sleep soon dissipated with the sparkling beauty of the fells before me. I was ready to go.

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 Accompanied by my friend Shirley, we set off from the parking spot at the foot of Kirkstone Pass and walked through Sykeside Camping ground towards Hartsop Hall where I was delighted to see quite a number of House martins gathering on the roof and wires. It was a beautiful, fascinating sight to see so many wheeling and whirling and possibly enjoying the warmth as much as I was. I loved the shadows they cast on the chimney. Their presence is all too fleeting. I never want our summer visitors to leave.

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It was becoming a very hot day and any shade was welcome. I stopped at the waterfall, rolled up my trousers and wet my buff (never a good look this…but when needs must…).

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 The route up from Hartsop Hall along Dove Beck is one of the prettiest you can take on a summer’s day but it was slow-going, purely because it was becoming hotter and hotter by the moment. No complaints here.

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Turn left at the large stone (I suspect it’s an erratic) and make your way up to the cave. I don’t know about you but I think there is something exciting about caves and I get that surge of excitement that I often feel in the Lake District. It brings out the child in me, allows me to be thrilled by nature and all its glory. More people should experience this. Maybe I should write a story about the cave?

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The views from the mouth are terrific. We sat, had a bite to eat and enjoyed the views before heading on to Hart Crag. Happy Days. (Hart Crag/Hartsop above How blog to follow)

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