This is the top of Stake Pass or "The Stake" as it was called in centuries prior to the two I've lived in. In those days visitors would engage the services of a local guide to see them safely over from one valley to another. I don't suppose there were enough visitors in those days to ensure the poor old guide could make some money out of the return journey. Still, they probably viewed what they did get as easy money. After all, if rich people were daft enough to walk up and down hills for the fun of it why not make a few bob out of them.
On thought though, , , , In the days when people of different classes simply didn't mix together, I wonder what they talked about while they were walking over here.