W6 Brampton Grange to Orton - Wonderful

We have said good bye to the Lake District (Andrea was less polite btw) after a really good meal at the Crown and Mitre. We ambled along the river bank and apart from a few fields with cows we had an utterly uneventful relaxing walk to Shap. The cakes (you know I like cakes) were superb at the Abbey Tea Rooms - if you go through Shap stop there. We then walked out of Shap across the main west coast railway line and the M6 into the moorland. Weirdly on the OS map, the C2C route doesn't exist but there are really good signposts and the walk through the limestone moor land reminded us both of Derbyshire. We arrived in Orton to find another very nice cafe (Orton Scar) and a chocolate factory !! Bliss and the place is pretty. Another 13 miles ticked off, only 44,000 steps and a mere 40 floors climbed.


Longer version
The Crown and Mitre did superb local food - I would recommend the lamb shank - yes the church bell ringing every 15 minutes throughout the night was a bit annoying but we were so shattered that Andrea didn't notice and I only heard it twice. We set off across meadows and pastures along the banks of the River Lowther to the ruins of Shap Abbey with a back drop of the Lake District:

Sheep definitely out number people here and most of them have cute lambs with them. We were off the coast to coast route but regained it around Shap Abbey and unlike in the Lake District where there is very little signage, here they have made an effort (which does make you feel a bit more welcome). The number of people doing the coast to coast seems lots so its surprising to us the Lake District doesn't make more of an effort.

The Abbey Tea Rooms in Shap seem to be the hub of the community. Not only where the cakes all home made, they also had sausage rolls and quiche etc. I looked it up afterwards in Trip Advisor and it got 5 stars i.e. everyone thinks its excellent. After a refill we walked out of Shap (which is in a gap in the hills across the A6, west coast main line (railway) and the M6. To see a main road after 5 days was a bit of a shock (I know that sounds strange). Motorways make so much noise !!

I am not kidding, you could still hear the M6 when we were over 2 miles away. We were then walking in true limestone country. For those of you who do not know what I mean, limestone is a whitish stone that sticks out of the moor. In extreme cases it looks a bit like pavements with squares of the rock - btw that is Andrea walking amongst them

We think Wainwright made his own route because at this point the OS map did not say there was a path but we kept seeing some old signs such as this one that meant we were on the right path.: you can just make out C2C

The moorland is great at this time of year with lots of sheep and lambs, small flowers abound and just a sense of space and not a house or building in sight. You are literally on your own (well apart from Andrea of course) as you can see:

The moor gives way to a valley full of stone walls and sheep (with a few cows thrown in for good measure). The parish of Orton snuggles in the valley

Orion is a small village that boasts Kennedy's - a surprising family business selling chocolates - who can deliver via the internet. There is also a pub plus numerous B&B's primarily due to the Coast to Coast. Before I finish I have to mention the home made cakes of Orton Scar Cafe - the lemon poppy seed cake was delicious. A great place to stop particularly as there is a farmers market tomorrow ! After the hard work of the Lake District, the holiday has really begun from a food perspective :-)

W5 Patterdale to Brampton Grange - Tough

Wainwright (bless him) put a kicker in the tail as you leave the Lake District: the highest peak on the C2C and a long trudge afterwards. Also anyone who says midges only exist in Scotland is wrong: they are thriving on Kidsty Pike primarily by biting me ! We knew it was going to be the toughest day and you do see some memorable sights so we set out at 8 and after various stops got to the Crown and Mitre just after 4.30. Because some people go to Shap and others are scattered at various other places, we have split up from Speedy and the Americans but found others. For those interested in facts, we walked over 13 miles, did over 43,000 steps and climbed the equivalent of 134 floors.

Longer version
After our first ever night in an Indonesian bed which was somehow in our B&B in Patterdale we headed off for Kidsty Pike. Oh back to the bed - not sure why they are so high or why there is only one way in.... well Babu did ask for photos. Yes we needed a stool to get in !

As you climb out of Patterdale the whole valley is revealed: a quintessential Lake District scene that is superb. We set off at 8 so there were very very few people about.

The climb up is a bit of a slog: rather like watching the England football team (I only added that for our Welsh readers who must be gutted after an injury time winner) but eventually after a rather long walk you are rewarded with Angle Tarn. Not sure how many people have ever seen it but its worth the long walk

It was then a case of the long slog up to Kidsty Pike (708m with a huge drop on one side). The mist closed in and there was literally nothing to see apart from the shimmering shadow of a sheep or two. The exertion of the last few days has caused my feet to ache but generally we are both in good shape - just finding muscles we didn't know existed before. Today I was in red - obviously in honour of both England and Wales:

We then had a sharp drop into Haweswater which is a reservoir serving 25% of the needs of NW England: not something to mention to ISIS me thinks. It actually looked quite low but given the amount of rain we have had I thought that weird. So as I was trudging along I came up with a utterly unproven theory that if there is a storm then Haweswater will fill up and save the valleys below. We'll see, certainly Patterdale was badly effected by Storm Desmond in December and is still recovering. So I should leave you with Haweswater:

After we rolled off the hills we thought that was that, only to be confronted with an up and down walk along the reservoir for 7 miles. That is the toughest walk I have done in a long time - also Andrea did not appreciate my singing: which I thought was a great way to keep our spirits up.

I have to say the food up here is great. We are staying in the Crown and Mitre in Brampton Grange and the pub food was superb. I am a bit worried that we are opposite a church (and they have provided ear plugs) but its a great location. Simple walk tomorrow with very few hills... Andrea is currently adamant that we will never return to the Lake District.... time hopefully will mellow her :-)

W4 Grasmere to Patterdale - lovely

We have driven through Grasmere before but never stayed. I would highly recommend it as a base: it has a good choice of restaurants, a small co-op plus camping shops abound. We are now the proud owners of 2 Vanda rucksack covers. Not that we have used them yet because today was lovely - no rain. The walk from Grasmere to Patterdale has been the best yet. The walk up to Grisedale Tarn is steep but manageable and for the adventurous you can branch off to with Helvellyn or St Sunday Crag. We did neither and instead, like most, headed down Grisedale Beck into Patterdale. So today was a further 11 miles with 36000 steps and the biggest climb yet (equivalent of 100 floors). Great day.

Longer version
Grasmere is a thriving little place. A bit spread out but the centre has quite a few eating places and at least 4 outward bound shops. We ate at Tweedies - very good and great selection of beer.: been in the Good Beer Guide for 10 years.  I would recommend the Lakeland Golden. Their food was good too.

After a sleep in the nicest room of the stay so far we headed off for Patterdale. Within 30 minutes Speedy had caught us up. We are, however, getting faster because the Americans (with the baby) did not get to Patterdale before us !Andrea is a huge fan of her walking poles btw: feels quite bereft without them:

Tongue Gill is full of ferns and sheep. Its a deep v shaped valley that some of you may have done in geography. At the top there is a fine view of Borrowdale and the mountains we have left behind.

Just when you think you have reached the tarn, it just isn't there. There is a further climb of about 100 feet to it but its well worth it: tranquil and calm - almost brooding.

It was here that we met a cheerful couple from Kansas. At this point we could see Speedy (who is Matthew if you were wondering) doing the zig zag up to Helvellyn (which is the 3rd highest peak in England) and also is the gateway to Striding Edge. The other route to the south, St Sundays Crag, supposedly has better views.

The walk down to Patterdale is far better than the one yesterday. We met the group of American's  (with their 1 year old) again plus a few others. It even had someone flying a drone recording the walkers - you never know we maybe on television somewhere. On the way down we also met a student from Warwick who was  doing the Coast to Coast the cheap way: sleeping rough with a hand drawn map from google earth and no walking shoes ! It takes all sorts and he was very happy - he even hitch hiked to St Bees - excellent. So I will almost leave you with this view;

Tomorrow we leave the Lake District. We are going to have a hearty meal at the White Lion first because tomorrow is the biggest climbing day of the whole trip.

Tips for walkers
Buy walking poles - Andrea is very keen on hers

W3 Rosthwaite to Grasmere - sunny !

Firstly Scafell Hotel in Rosthwaite did a great meal for us last night, especially as we were the only people in the restaurant ! Then we woke up to blue sky and we could not believe it - no rain all day !! Not that stopped Andrea getting wet - one crawl through a bog and quick dip in mountain stream. Again it was a "strenuous" ranked day - 11 miles of either up or down. -up involved a bit of rock scrambling. As a Dutch couple said "we get older, more things ache but we just have to carry on". At least with the sun blazing down, my Panama type Barbour hat came out to keep the sun off. So another 11 miles cracked off, the equivalent of 67 floors climbed and a mere 44,000+ steps.

Longer story
Scafell Hotel was great - sociable, good food and wine (Tanners wine range is good) plus a bath, and best of all, a heated towel rail. We woke up to dried socks etc. After a lovely breakfast we set off at 9.10 with a comment from the head waitress that its only 5 hours to Grasmere: as we were to find out, she must be some sort of mountain goat. We certainly found it tough but it lulls you into a lovely steady climb with great scenery such as these cows - note BLUE SKY !!!

After a 500m climb and a bit of scrambling we made it to the top of the scrag, just beating the Americans - Speedy from Cheltenham had already overtaken us. It is a bit of an A road in walking terms however because there are a lot of other people - in the Lake District everyone seems to do Ennerdale, Grasmere and Patterdale. Any way here is Paul on the mountain near the top - the other two people in the shot had whizzed up but were resting:

At the top is a bog. Its an interesting one because you think you are going to be on solid ground and then suddenly you are wading on all 4's. Andrea perfected this skill with great wading. Paul was more boring, staying dry. The walk down to Grasmere never seems to end: it is a relentless slog down a rock strewn path where for the first time we both ended up silently focusing on the task in hand

We ended up at the Silver Lea's B&B in Grasmere at 3.30 - over 6 hours later. And we overtook people ! We even managed to meet some new people, such as the Dutchman who is camping his way on the Coast to Coast Personally I would stick to the B&B's: Silver Lea's very welcoming for 2 exhausted walkers. Tweedies was similarly welcoming with some good beer and food. I think we deserved both given both legs and feet are complaining. Another strenuous day tomorrow, so off to bed early.

W2 Ennerdale to Rosthwaite - Wet

Day 2 was truly in the Lake District. After about an hour it began to rain and did on and off (mainly on) for the next 8 hours. As usual it started out dry and then decided to spit before turning into a shower - when I say shower I mean the one in the bath room not drizzly rain. I feel on this holiday I am going to get to use a lot of words regarding rain. Anyway in terms of the walk, it is a gradual walk up to Black Sail Hut in Ennerdale and then a very steep climb to Grey Knott and then a walk down hill along a disused tram line to Honiston Slate mine (nice tea and cake) before wandering down to Rosthwaite. So 16.6 miles, over 49,000 steps and the equivalent of 69 floors climbed

Longer version
Bigger breakfast today. We set off at around 8.30 and started to walk around Ennerdale. You can either go on the scramble on the south side or the forestry commission track on the north. After yesterday we took the north, as did most other people. A very tranquil start to the day as you can see from this view of Ennerdale:

Oh little did we know.... there we were walking in the forest and suddenly a few large drops. That really should have sent us to get our over trousers. Fools we didn't. Before we knew what had happened our trousers were soaked and it only got worse the higher up we went. So the following is Andrea on the work up to Grey Knotts (honest) to give you an impression of the delightful British weather:

But after much rain and a lot of aching feet we reached the top and then descended down into Honiston and on to Rosthwaite. Yes it did rain but it was very interesting, with the disused tram way, the slate mines, the beautiful scenery such as this on the way to Seatoller:

And we are now meeting the same people from the first day - An American large family group carrying their 1 year old, a Dutch couple with a dodgy knee, a young lad we have christened "Speedy" and 3 British couples who we are starting to chat too. Yes we are all a bit mad but have a common purpose and bond. Generally Day 2 has been easier than Day 1, although our bedroom again looks like a drying room. - not surprising because it is ! :-)


Tips to all future walkers
a. Do not assume a rucksack is going to keep things in it dry - generally it doesn't
b. When booking a room, check it has a heated towel rain - essential for drying socks, gloves
c. Do not wear cotton in the wet - it never seems to dry again that day (base layers rule)

W1 St Bees to Ennerdale Bridge

Someone sent a text saying "enjoy your stroll". That is a bit like saying a Mazda MX5 is just a car ;-) This was a walk with everything - elation and exertion, sunburn and soakings, blue skies and thunder. Alas I have no photos of the thunderstorm but for 4 miles it was one of those where it comes down like stair roods, bouncing off the path and creating puddles in the boot - we must have looked sad because a motorist offered Andrea a lift ! We naturally refused and made it to Ennerdale having walked 16.7 miles, climbed the equivalent of 66 floors and completed over 44,000 steps - yes the body is aching - oh for a City desk job :-)

The longer version
We set off from St Bees with an excellent Storehouse Farm hearty breakfast (complete with whisky marmalade ) sloshing around inside us. What we did not realise is that the walk started a mile away on the beach. It was pretty obvious however:

It was then up the cliff to the north with a beautiful view across the bay to Sellafield in the distance

The weather picked up to the point that sun cream was essential. The coastal path is very pretty but its a bit strange walking north west when we are suppose to go east ! Eventually we turned east at a quarry - red limestone quarrying is v popular here. From then on it was away from the sea through the undulating coastal plain dotted with villages and wind turbines. Slightly peculiarly they seem to love pebble dash up here and its difficult to see a brick house. Sheep and cattle are extremely popular but apart from the chemical works at Whitehaven and Sellafield (nuclear) I really do not know what people do. After the ramble through the various villages we started to climb and climb - Dent hill - 350m. Then it was down the other side and straight into the thunderstorm: no little drips here, its more big splosh splosh splosh - the type that almost hurt, with the roads and paths turned in mini streams. We arrived in Ennerdale like drowned rats but very happy our first day is complete

PS  Our B&B room is now a huge drying room: boots, rucksacks, socks, pants etc. And its sunny outside !

W-1 Getting to St Bees

I suppose many of you wonder where is St Bees ? It's on the coast by the Irish Sea and is the local base for the Nuclear Decommissioning Authority: it also has a sandstone quarry too btw. Population small but if our B&B is anything to go by it is full of walkers awaiting to start the Coast to Coast. Amazingly it has a railway station but probably only because Doctor Beeching didn't know it existed in the 1960's when he chopped the branch line network in the UK :-)

It has taken 8 hours to get here, with a taxi to Northampton station plus a train change at Birmingham and Carlisle. We didn't see Birmingham New Street station... alas we changed at Birmingham International..... an architectural delight ? I will let you decide

The last 43 miles, including a cancelled train (but a nice wait in a coffee lounge with good scones and cherry cake), took 3 hours ! So 3 rail companies later, two of which didn't believe in luggage racks, and we are ready to go. The only debate is what size of breakfast tomorrow - full English with cereal or a light sporty one.