Most will not associate Blencathra with bogs. It is a mountain of soaring ridge lines, steep crags and deep gullies - at least when seen from the south. From the north, it is an altogether different proposition.
And for those running the Bob Graham, or familiarising themselves with individual sections in the months before a summer attempt, it can be a soul destroying experience - one that begins (having already endured the bogs of Calva) with a cold and on this day, waist deep river crossing, followed by endless sloshing towards a too distant ridge line and the promise of firm ground. But once there, if one has retained enough humour to enjoy it, this is one of the finest of lakeland ridge lines to run.