Last night was Bowlands first 'feral' torcher of the year to Gregarath. Just five of us made it to the car park at Leck parish church.
I was initially there on my lonesone to take a very early lead up the long & winding road to Leck Fell House. By the top cattle grid,
maybe 2/3 of the way to the farm, it was totally clagged in - maybe 5 metres, due to the torch beam 'bouncing back'.
Once through the gate, on to the fell track, I set a bearing of 083* and pressed on through slimy boulder fields and whatever else.
Often thinking, "This could be construed as a bit silly". After maybe 1/2 km I spotted, just to my left, an exceptionally faint trod that appeared to be heading in the correct direction. As I followed this trod I kept re-checking with my compass and hey-ho the trig appeared, just two strides in front of me.
It was then a bearing of 000* towards the wall corner just below the shooting hut. After various adventures on slimy boulder fields and in spagnum bogs I hit the track and decided that I'd had enough adventure for one night and headed back to the farm and the road descent to Leck village.
The fast group completed the full circuit - down to the wall corner, descent into Easegill and down along Leck Beck to the village. I'd been snoozing in my camper for over an hour when the foursome, including one lady, appeared.