Scales to Mungrisdale

A Buggy Walk along a single track road.


A straight there and back journey from the car park near The White Horse Inn at Scales, just off the A66 to The Mill Inn at Mungrisdale.



The first part of the route lies above the noisy A66 and is not without traffic itself, in spite of a free and near empty car park at Scales lazy walkers will drive about 200 yards to cram into an offroad verge just to shave off a few steps on their way up Scales Fell by Mousthwaite Comb.  Three times in that short distance were we stopped to pull over onto the rough verge to allow the cars to pass.



Once past the first gate though we almost had the road to ourselves.


The road continues past a row of cottages at Souther Fell Farm. and through several more gates.  One taciturn farmer, practically dressed for working outdoors, collar up, cap down, so that only his eyes were visible, made the observation that there was a dog in a pram, and when I explained why he grunted in a way that indicated that the conversation, such as it was, was at an end.

Past another cottage and the same car, three times (the driver was out looking for members of her family who were climbing Souther  Fell and who may have come down and were looking for a lift), and Mungrisdale came into view.



The Mill Inn is in the process of changing hands with a temporary landlord in situ for another week.  Standard pub fare (cooked by Carlos) with what you would expect for a Cumbrian pub.




Mungrisdale did not escape the ravages of the recent storms.  The river rose above road level and flooded the road taking away a footbridge.



After a pie and a pint, time to walk it off and retrace our steps.


On the way back we met some curious sheep, who decided to follow us for a while.



We had a brief glorious glimpse of Blencathra,




and sight of the North-Eastern Fells in the distance,



and spotted some paragliders over Helvellyn




On the whole, a far more enjoyable walk than I had anticipated.




6 thoughts on “Scales to Mungrisdale

    • oh dear, max had to be on the lead most of the journey. He’s not much interested in sheep, but best not to chance it. Rosie, the grand old lady, was fearless when it came to sheep, I really had to keep an eye on her when out and about


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 )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ 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