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The Priest's Hole on Dove Crag
The original motivation for this trip was to spend the night in a cave which I knew of
on Dove Crag in the Eastern Fells. I also wanted to visit Ruthwaite Cove, a large hanging
valley situated below Dollywagon Pike and Nethermost Pike, one of the few valleys I hadn't
visited in this area. The map showed a body of water, Hard Tarn, which looked like it
might have potential as a campsite. With these two spots in mind, I planned a three-day
backpack that would cross Fairfield and the Helvellyn range as far as the Sticks Pass.
These campsites were off the main Helvellyn - Fairfield ridge so my route wasn't the
conventional one, but my aim was not to bag the peaks (all of which I'd climbed several
times), but to have two interesting high camps in the mountains. A more conventional route
for the backpacker which can be done over two longish days would be to go a little further
on the first day, avoiding the cave and possibly camping at Grisedale Tarn, then
continuing over Dollywagon Pike and perhaps carrying on over the Dodds range as far as the
A66.
Friday, 12th May, 2000
I started off from Ambleside and headed down the lane which leads to High Sweden
Bridge. It was a warm sunny day and I was surprised that there weren't many people about.
High Sweden Bridge is a stone arched packhorse bridge, typical of many found in the upper
reaches of Lakeland's valleys. It's a lovely spot, very photogenic, and I stopped here
longer then I really should have. I had plenty of time to reach my first destination, the
cave on Dove Crag, but I find longish stops early on a walk upset my pace.
From the bridge, the route to Low Pike could be seen quite clearly - essentially
following a wall west till it met another wall which goes over all the summits as far as
Dove Crag. The path itself does not cross the actual highest point of Low Pike, but it only takes a minute or so to
scramble up and down and then carry on.
The route to the next summit, High Pike,
was straightforward enough, though a slight steepening of the ground made for hard work in
the heat of the afternoon. But eventually I found my pace and after a short rest on the
top I carried on to Dove Crag. This
summit is relatively uninteresting, apart from a turn in the wall which, all said and
done, is still relatively uninteresting. In fact, the name Dove Crag technically refers to
the cliffs which drop sharply a few hundred yards to the north east, a popular destination
for rock climbers. This is where the Priest's Hole cave is situated, which was to be my
first camp.
I headed to the col which links Dove Crag with Hart Crag, then descended eastward into
Houndshope Cove, turning right towards a small tarn. It's shown on the map, though it was
dry when I passed it. A little further on I stopped to see if I could locate the cave.
Though it is marked on the map, the limitations of mapping such an area of converging
contours makes the cave notoriously hard to find, and unless you've been there before I
would advise not to try looking for it in mist. The approximate grid reference is NY
376109, I say approximate because the same grid ref also covers areas were only rock
climbers venture. Even with a GPS a few metres of error in the immediate area of the cave
would be the difference between standing on grass and being on the wrong side of a
substantial precipice.
However, in clear visibility reaching the cave is quite safe and I managed the mildly
exposed scramble with a full backpack in a couple of minutes. The cave isn't very deep,
about 14 feet or so, and it I found it was only possible to stand up fully in one or two
spots. A low wall affords a little shelter at the opening.

The Priest's Hole cave
At the back of the cave was a bag containing a couple of blankets, and a large metal
box containing various supplies, such as candles, toilet roll, a pop quiz book and a box
of matches, but the most interesting thing was the guest book. Reading through it's pages
one can see that the Priest's Hole is used as regularly as any bothy.
After unpacking a few things, I descended back down into Houndshope Cove to collect a
few litres of water from the small beck, then climbed back to the cave to start cooking my
tea. It was a beautiful evening, and though the east-facing cave meant no sunset, it was
very pleasant sitting at the entrance eating my meal, looking out across Dovedale towards
the High Street range.
After dark, I lit quite a few candles just to give some extra light for a couple of
photographs, but once that was done I went back to my usual two or three candles, which
with a head torch provided plenty of light to read by.

The cave by candle light
Before turning in for the night, I placed all my food in a bag and hung it from a stick
that was wedged into the roof - someone in the guest book had written that there was a
mouse living in the cave. I slept very well as it was quite a warm night and there was no
wind.
Saturday, 13th May, 2000
I woke at dawn, just in time to see the sun rise over the High Street range to the
east. It was easier to get away than most mornings because my tent was already packed, and
there plenty of room in the cave.
I retraced my steps back to the col below Hart Crag and was shortly on the summit. It
was getting hot again and there was no breeze. So far I hadn't met anyone on the path, but
things changed at Fairfield were there was a checkpoint for a Long Distance Walker's
Association event. I don't think it was a race, though people were arriving and leaving
the summit at the rate of about two or three a minute and not one stopped for a rest to
take in the views. I couldn't quite see the point, but then I'm not really into organised
events on the fells, with the possible exception of mountain rescues. The walkers were
carrying on over Cofa Pike towards St Sunday Crag, and I wanted to descend to Grisedale
Tarn over Cofa Pike. All the other walkers scrambled down the steep direct route to the
pike, though I remembered that there was an easier path a hundred yards or so to the north
which I took.
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