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Wet Sleddale – a Poem by Kathy Tytler

There’s Haystacks and Blencathra, Scafell and Scafell Pike There’s mountains like Helvellyn that I really, really like There’s many I’ve not explored when looking on the map But we’re going to Wet Sleddale, just down the road from Shap

There are lakes waters and meres like Wastwater, Windermere And tarns and mountain becks, their water running clear We’ll be by a small reservoir, looking on the map But we’re going to Wet Sleddale, just down the road from Shap

There are valleys like Langdale with views that are a feast With mountains surrounding it except the route out east So many Pikes to wonder at, looking at the map But we’re going to Wet Sleddale, just down the road from Shap

Looking at where we’re starting from, there’s one way we won’t run ‘Cause that way lies the motorway and navigation won’t be fun But north or south or west we’ll go, Looking at the map ‘Cause we’re starting from Wet Sleddale, just down the road from Shap

There’s Rafland Forest with no trees and Willy Winder Hill There’s waterfalls on Sleddale Beck and mink and Peathill Gill I see plenty of re-entrants from looking on the map In the area round Wet Sleddale, just down the road from Shap

But there’s sometimes hidden beauty in these little known fells No crowds, wide open spaces, no honey-potted hell So I’ll study once again the Saunders Marathon map Pleased to be going to Wet Sleddale, just down the road from Shap.