Tim and I have been trying to arrange a walk for the past month or so but when one of us found we had a free weekend the other one was working, then it went quiet for a while before I thought I'd ask Tim was he free this Sunday, I expected Tim to reply he was working or had family commitments, it was just too short notice but Tim replied he could make it, this was great news given that Tim and I hadn't walked since last May.

The next question was where to walk so I sent Tim a text asking his thoughts on a pre Winter traverse over Striding Edge, not because we are within the cusp of Winter but simply because Striding Edge has been milling around my head these past few days and when such thoughts don't go away it generally means I have to take them up.

It's fair to say that Tim and I have done our fair share of walking the Lakeland Fells but for one reason or another we have never done Striding Edge together, today we aimed to change that but sadly the wind and sudden strong gusts were just too strong to make a safe traverse meaning we set our sights on Swirral Edge instead.

It wasn't just the safest decision, it turned out to be the best one too.

We had arranged to meet at the Little Chef carpark on the A66 at 08:00am, Tim arrived from the east coast a little before and we greeted with a handshake through the car windows before driving down to Stybarrow Crag where we arrived around fifteen minutes later. There was a couple of cars already parked up and a camper van which had left its engine running while its owners sit side by side on a metal bench which overlooks this great view of Ullswater. We park one car over away from one another and kit up behind our cars. The morning air has an arctic nip to it not helped by a wind chill which helps it to feel much colder. Hats and gloves are left available just below the lid of my pack while Tim chooses to carry his in one hand safe in the knowledge that he'll be adding them within the next half hour or so.

With our cars locked I cross the road and take in the view over Ullswater towards Gowbarrow Fell whose slopes are illuminated in a rich afterglow of morning sunlight right about the moment the woman from the camper van wonders into view. With a few snaps taken we head for the shore path which will soon enough spit us out at the bottom of Greenside Road, Glenridding.

It was already mentioned that for the next half hour or so we would be ascending Mires Beck in shadow which only helped to keep body temperature down during the steep ascent. We had passed the large group seen earlier at the start of the ascent before passing another group a little further on.

For anyone who hadn't seen each other over the best part of Summer we caught up by walking and talking, the chill was just to cold to stop. As the path bends right at the top of Little Cove we reached the sunlight and soon the chill didn't feel as unpleasant but judging from the winds and the way the clouds hurried across the sky, we knew we were in for a cold one.

Time to add the hat and gloves me thinks.

We hit a dusting of snow at around 2,100 ft which gathered along the edges of the path which progressively broadened across Birkhouse Moor's grassy plateau, it was just a dusting and nothing too substantial but it was still nice to see (and feel) the cusp of Winter on the Lakeland fells. We walked side by side before the drone of the wind started to cancel out conversation.

It was noted the pools of water which often flanked the path are now frozen, just like the right side of my face.

I tailed behind Tim as he approached Hole-in-the-Wall even shouting him a few times but he couldn't hear me over the wind but wittingly Tim stopped and waited for me just prior to reaching the familiar landmark "are you thinking what I'm thinking" Tim said, we agreed to hop over the Sty where we would take some shelter on the opposite side of the wall which turned out the most ironic decision yet.

We both found it difficult to stand on the top run of the ladder which nailed the final hammer in our Striding Edge traverse, "the fact that we had to cross the wall to seek shelter says it all Paul" Tim said. I guess we were both a little disappointed but being able to make such a decision is crucial to a safe day on the fells, if we found it difficult to stand on the top of a sty, crossing Striding Edge in such winds was out of the question.

We crossed the sty once more, I jumped the bottom three steps and strode out towards Red Tarn, to our amazement two walkers are heading towards Low Spying How and Striding Edge.

We agreed to pay Red Tarn a visit and arrived under the gloom of a grey sky, It's only now, even after a subtle coating of powdered snow do you realise how daunting Helvellyn appears in her pre Winter coat. We watched the two walkers lean into the wind first over Low Spying how before taking on Striding Edge, at one point both were upright and didn't appear to be fighting the wind at all but that never gave us any thought to second guess our decision.

We agreed that we would wait until the sun reappeared from behind a mass of cloud, we didn't have to wait too long and was subsequently rewarded.

We were in two minds whether we should take a wander over to the top of Striding Edge mainly because the cloud was still drifting over the top of the summit but we thought "sod it" lets just go anyway soon passing the summit cross shelter which was deserted before passing the two walkers we had seen on Striding Edge earlier, both of which weren't entirely dressed for the occasion wearing jeans and duffle coats. Everything kinda makes sense now...

I descended slightly to take in the view while Tim read from the Gough Memorial, we didn't stay long it's just sensible to keep moving so we started to double back soon passing a now rather full summit cross shelter.

Having summited Lower Man we began our descent while being blasted by the arctic air once more, however, as Tim mentioned with the more descent the less the windchill we felt.

Blimey I'm going to be taking layers off in a minute.

The cloud did gather and it shut out the sun for the best part of our descent leaving Catstye Cam and Helvellyn looking very menacing indeed with just the odd ray of light breaking through but predominantly, both summits were in dark contrast. We descended the famous Kepple Cove zig zags with views of the breached dam while scouring for more recent damage to the river bank caused by the floods of December 2015, we didn't have to look hard.

With not much in the way of views and the will to feed our bellies we made the decision to run down the zig zags which I felt comfortable with at first until I had to stop due to the pressure on my right knee, best not risk it. We soon pass three walkers, two chaps and a girl who ask the conditions on Swirral Edge, I go through what we had seen before they continue up the zig zags.

We came to a stop around 80ft up from the valley path at cluster of boulders where we decided we would stop and eat lunch, the sun came back out and Tim de-layered but for reasons why I don't quite know, I leave my hat and gloves on while eating lunch. Soon we are passed by a solo woman walker with a Jack Russell at her side, Hi's are passed before re-shouldering and continuing our way towards Greenside Mines by which time the sun was out for the remainder of our walk but it was still bitterly cold. The wind tunelled down the valley and I had just taken my gloves off and stuffed them in my right jacket pocket, blimey wished I hadn't now.

Greenside Mines along with YHA Helvellyn are passed while behind more walkers head back towards Glenridding from the Red Tarn path on the opposite side of Glenridding Back and before we knew it we were walking side by side on the concrete path on the flanks of Glenridding Dodd. The cars are soon reached after a short walk along the shore of Ullswater, by now the road is busy and difficult to cross as the cars are unlocked and engines are started to get the heater warm.

Welcome back to Winter on the Lakeland Fells.