Well, what can I say about Angletarn Pikes? I suppose the first thing would be to get straight to the point and announce that of all the fells in the Lake District, Angletarn Pikes is without any doubt my favourite. I usually joke and say part of my fondness for this fell is brought about because I usually have an eye for a bargain and in this case you do actually get two for the price of one. Joking aside though, actually describing why, out of hundreds of fells, this one has ended up as favourite is a surprisingly difficult task. If for example I’d announced Great Gable or Bow Fell as my preferred fell, for obvious reasons, most people would simply accept what I say without question. Angletarn Pikes on the other hand is a different matter and at least a little justification is usually required to back up the statement.
I suppose the best justification anyone can give is "just because I like it". For me personally, I get as much enjoyment and satisfaction from the approaches to the fell as I do from standing on the summit. After all, the summit is only the highest point and not the most important part of any fell in my opinion.
This is an unassuming fell, with its two rocky peaks visible from almost everywhere in the area; both from the other fells and from valley level. And although the fell is easy to “pick out” it lacks the attractiveness that many other fells carry with them, so as a result must rarely get more than a second glance; at least when viewed from the valley. However, Angletarn Pikes does come into its own and can put many of the grander Lakeland fells to shame with its location; something which can only be fully appreciated by actually being there. The long distance views taking in most of the eastern and many of the far eastern fells are uninterrupted from here.
The two “tops” are separated by a grassy col no more than a couple of hundred yards across. And while a linking of the two tops can easily be made if taking a straight line route, the boggy area a little further East of the straight line should be avoided, particularly during the winter months. To my cost, I came to this conclusion when trying to connect the southern top to the northern top on a, shall we say, less than perfect day. On the one and only occasion when I tried this route I slipped off the stones I was walking over, only to find within seconds I was already up to my knees in brown muddy water (not a pleasant smell) with no indication that I would stop sinking. More through an involuntary action than quick thinking on my part, I grabbed hold of the bigger rocks I was trying to avoid in the first place, and managed to haul myself out of the mire; vowing from that day to this, never to repeat that route again.