15th June 2015

An evening around Cogra Moss

Time 5:10 to 7pm
Duration 1 hr 50 min
Distance 4.3 mile
Ascent 600ft or there abouts
Walking with Kayleigh and Helen
Felldyke - Cogra Moss - Forest track below Blake Fell - Cogra Moss - Felldyke
Fells visited
Directory places visited

Starting Point Information Centre -
Car park, Felldyke, Lamplugh

Found on the quieter western edge of the Lake District, there never seems to be problem getting parked here. Perhaps this is a result of the limited number of fells that can be reached from here. Having said that, the walks that can be done from here are fantastic.

Parking is free.


Route Map


For this evening's walk we drove around to the small car park at Felldyke for a walk around Cogra Moss. I'm not sure if we were an hour too early or if the sunshine arrived an hour too late but for the second half of the walk it turned onto a lovely summer evening with plenty of warm sunshine.

On route to the Tarn we spy Blake Fell between the trees.

And here it is again, this time from the track next to Cogra Moss.


Looking back along the track. Shortly after taking this picture we turn off and head uphill to the path through the forest.


That's the path we're heading for. An almost level route that carries on for over a mile and a half, sticking to the contours of the fellside.

Cogra Moss seen from the terrace like forest track.

Knock Murton blocks out all views of the countryside between us and the Cumbrian coast.





Just short of half of this evenings walk was along this forest track. The views may not have been extensive and the height may not have been great, but, it still makes for very enjoyable walking.

Almost back at Cogra Moss now and I stop to take another picture of Blake Fell.


Knock Murton seen on the opposite side of Cogra Moss.


With time on our hands we sat down for ten minutes to enjoy the warm evening sunshine and to admire the view across the tarn to Blake Fell. Before making our way back to the cars, we watched one of the fishermen and marvelled at the accuracy with which he made the fly on the end of the line dance about. Just close enough to the surface of the water to fool the fish into thinking their supper had arrived, which of course it hadn't.

David Hall -
Lake District Walks