We reached the top at 3.40 pm. It was marked by a trig and a large cairn and it was windy at the top. The view was great: we could see the Lake District, with Skiddaw, Black Combe and St Bees Head particularly prominent. We could also see the Isle of Man, Cairnsmore of Fleet, the Galloway hills, Cairnsmore of Carsphairn, Windy Standard and hills we didn’t know. It was cold and this, together with the impending sunset didn’t encourage us to linger. We had a bite to eat and started the descent at 4 pm, when it was already getting dark. James wanted to walk but the terrain was too rough and it was too late to let him. He wasn’t happy about this but soon accepted being put back in the carrier. We took a more direct route to the track and once we reached this our progress really quickened. We came across a herd of cows in the dark, which James found exciting, and my feet fell in to the mixture of mud and cow poo. I stank of cow poo for the whole journey home, which was quite revolting. We got to the road and saw the lights of Carlisle across the Solway Firth.
We got to the car at 5.20 pm, a roundtrip of 4 hours 20 minutes which didn’t break any records. Walking with toddlers is slow, at times it feels like hillwalking in slow motion. We got changed, had some food and started the journey back at about 5.45 pm. We didn’t stop on the way, James slept for much of it and we arrived home at 8.30 pm.