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Sty Head Great End mountain Scafell mountain pass English Lake District Cumbria England UK Wasdale Wastwater old packhorse trail

Sty Head Great End mountain Scafell mountain pass English Lake District Cumbria England UK Wasdale Wastwater old packhorse trail Stock Photo
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SOTK2011 / Alamy Stock Photo

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CENHA8

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4192 x 2713 px | 35.5 x 23 cm | 14 x 9 inches | 300dpi

Date taken:

2012

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This is an illustration from ‘The Beauty of The English Lakes’ selected by William Hodgson. First Published in 1990. Sty Head is a mountain pass in the English Lake District, in the county of Cumbria. It is at an altitude of 1, 600 feet (488 m) and there is a small tarn (Styhead Tarn) near its summit. The pass is at the head of Wasdale, which contains the lake Wastwater and it passes between the mountains of Great Gable and Scafell Pike (the latter is England's highest mountain). The path from Wasdale was an old packhorse trail. At the highest point is the confluence of paths from Wasdale, Eskdale, Borrowdale and Great Langdale. Sty Head also forms an important navigational and safety point between Great Gable and Scafell Pike, with the placement of the Mountain rescue stretcher box at the head of the tarn. Great End is the most northerly mountain in the Scafell chain, in the English Lake District. From the south it is simply a lump continuing this chain. From the north, however, it is appears as an immense mountain, with an imposing north face rising above Sprinkling Tarn (lake). This is a popular location for wild camping, and the north face attracts many climbers. Alfred Wainwright wrote of Great End in his Pictorial Guide to the Lakeland Fells: "This is the true Lakeland of the fellwalker, the sort of terrain that calls him back time after time, the sort of memory that haunts his long winter exile. It is not the pretty places - the flowery lanes of Grasmere or Derwentwater's wooded bays - that keep him restless in his bed; it is the magnificent ones. Places like Great End..."