Day 12 Falling Foss to Robin hoods bay

September 5, 2023September 17, 2023 / snailtrainers Adventures / Leave a comment

5th September 2023

I was a little concerned with my pitch yesterday as the woods seemed deserted when I arrived but once my tent was up there a steady stream of dog walkers passing by until fairly late!
I slept well but was amazed at the number of owls that were hooting well into the early hours and again this morning. I woke feeling refreshed and a little excited, today is day 12 and the end is in sight, the finish. whoop.
I must admit with my thigh issues I was unsure if I would be able to complete a few days of this trail let alone 200 miles.
I stripped down then made coffee sat on a log as it cooled sufficiently for me to drink.
Okay the last push, I slung up my pack and marched on through the forest. It was really pretty and at this time of the morning nice and cool. It was also managed rather well.
I pushed on following the brook then a small climb and I was out and into fields. I navigated my first gate of the morning and continued on. The trail seemed to double back on itself, and I hit my first road which of course was typically up. I began to climb as the heat gradually rose. Phew it is going to be another warm one. But I felt great my pack was lighter and I had plenty of water. The road snaked around several times before I was sent off to the right and into moorland. The map indicated that it was boggy and wet feet would happen. FUN.

But as I continued on, I found it quite dry, Bonus. As I started across there were several trails all pointing in similar directions. So, I choose one and stuck with it. No crazy grouse this morning just. Lazy sheep who had decided that they were not moving. Okay, I will. It would have been nice to have a few posts in the field just to double check that you were on route, But halfway across stood a solitary tree perfect.

In the distance I could see a road. I guess that’s where I’m heading. 3/4 across I found the bogs but managed to keep my feet dry, well mostly. I spied a gate and headed towards it noting many footpaths convening. I climbed the style and headed right along the hard shoulder of the road. about 500 yards ahead there was a proper gate. where the “Real” trail emerged…. oh well I laughed
I continued along the road, jumping into the grass when cars approached until I could see that the trail continued on the other side of the road. I waited a few minutes before it was safe to cross. Once again, I was in the moor land that appeared to go on forever with the occasionally bog to navigate around.
It was almost an hour before I emerged into a green field with more mad sheep to chat too.

AS i continued one sheep appeared to be trapped in front of me, so I had to coax her to come past, once passed she let out an almost strangled baa!! REALLY!!
I passed through several more gates then walked down a long farm track it looked as if some.
plumbing or drainage work had recently been carried out, as there was new stone either side of a muddy path down the middle. I stopped now and then to gorge on blackberries. I am going to make an epic blackberry milkshake when I get home.
Eventually the track ended, and I was back to the road. The sign said 3 miles to Robin hoods Bay but that is by road, the trail goes around the headland so maybe add another couple of miles.

I pushed on down the road and was about to pass by a caravan park when I noticed sign that read shop open. So, I went to look. I dropped my pack brought two bottles of lemonade and a pot of strawberry ice cream. I quickly drained the first bottle then leisurely ate my ice cream before drinking the other bottle before moving off.
Omg it’s getting so close; I began to follow the coastline up and down up, the views stunning.

I am here, well here as in Robin hoods Bay. but for those who do not know, it is about another mile down a steep long hill, such fun NOT.
I spiralled down and down thinking the bus stop will be at the top, so I need to drag myself and my pack back up. FUCK…. Oh well, I shall not worry about that today, or YET….
Still I headed down, I walked and walked and walked OMG. I am actually here.
I posed for the obligatory photo then got the well-deserved pint.

I chatted to one of the ladies from Alaska. She was with a group of five but had become injured so had gone ahead.
Okay 1 more beer than I ought to find somewhere to stay!!
Michael had recommended the YHA at the end of the beach, Luckily, they had space, Great.
I sat and enjoyed one more beer, then set off to my bed.
The tide was out so it was quicker to walk along the beach, but to complete my adventure I had to finish the custom of dipping my foot into the North Sea and tossing my pebble into the sea, the pebble that I had carried from St Bees 12 days ago.
I walked up to the sea and dipped in my toe then said goodbye to my pebble.
My journey has now finished.

I finished walking along the beach then headed to the YHA. I dropped my pack then ordered lunch with a pint to flush it down with. Okay now waiting until I can check in an hour to go.
May need to get more beer to celebrate the ending of this great adventure

Mileage 10

Day 11 Blakey Ridge to Falling Foss

September 4, 2023September 17, 2023 / snailtrainers Adventures / Leave a comment

DAY 11 Blakey Ridge to Falling Foss

I slept really well must have dozed listening to the wild noises of the grouse. My alarm went off I silenced it as I was not going to have an early start, well not the usual.
At 7 am I removed the bung from my mattress and listened to the satisfying hiss.
I quickly stripped down my tent and was amazed that the fly was dry always, result, I went to use the facilities and get water.
I did not fire up my stove instead I added a coffee and chocolate mix to 1/2 Litre of cold water gave it a good shake then drank it, perfect.
Okay let’s go, it was hot all ready as I marched off up the road, soon passing another standing stone

it would be road walking for a while and my feet felt it especially after yesterday’s march.
I continued on until I reached a huge lump of rock on a T-junction, I went over to have a closer look it had carvings on it, but you really need a guidebook to know more.(top picture)

I pushed along the road until at last I was on a track, a bit stony so my feet were not having much of a break. I pushed on and on, at last a softer track and I was able to push. As I walked I wondered how long it would take Michael to catch me.
I pushed on melting in the sun and chatting to the sheep and grouse, I was making timely progress and there was another village in about two miles hopefully I can pick up some bits for lunch as I’m low.

Suddenly Michael appeared, dripping with sweat but not at all breathless (how does he do that lol)
He slowed and we walked together, Michael spotted another snake and went to pick it up, but it looked like another Adder so I suggested he leave it lol.
We walked together until we reached the next village, I stopped at the local shop as I wanted a few things for lunch. I wished Michael good luck as he sped off.
I grabbed 1/2 pint of milk, a block of cheese, rolls, some sweets and an orange. I stuffed everything into my pack then crossed the road to sit on a bench and drank my milk.

Okay back to the trail which now dived steeply down omg, and it was hot very hot. The trail spiralled down then began the up. I popped out by a pub, The Arncliffe Arms, it was almost open…. should I wait… (always a mistake lol) so I pressed on and soon came to the railway station.
I followed the road and then the trail dived into a forest (nature reserve) which was lovely and cool and although I had only recently stopped, I stooped again for lunch. I made cheese rolls but wished I had brought a tomato, oh well.

As I sat there resting and cooling my feet the two ladies came by who I chatted to at the pub last night. We chatted some more before they strolled off. I finished my lunched stowed everything and set off after them. I was glad I was in the forest but as soon as I popped out, the heat hit me. Phew it was like a furnace. I plodded away down the road for several more miles until another pub The Horseshoe Hotel appeared, well why not. So, I had a sneaky Pint, I noticed the girls had also stopped here too, but were about to move on.
The pint went down so well that I pondered should I have another. Sadly I needed the miles, so I reluctantly left and continued on through the very pretty village. I crossed over yet another lovely old bridge before the trail then turned right into another estate with a long driveway. I continued on but was flagging a little, but I was unsure why? This was the old toll road and i soon came across the old Toll house

As I passed a farmhouse there was a little honesty box outside so stopped and grabbed a lemonade, drained it , then deposited my coin and hiked on.
I was now heading for Grosmont , there is a steam train here and you can get rides to Whitby, the temptation lol. I walked through they town and regret not spending more time here, guess I will have to come back.

As I left the town, I was greeted with a bloody steep hill that went up for miles. FUCK should have caught the train. I crawled up painfully slowly. ¾ the way up next to a cattle grid was a seat. I dropped my pack and collapsed on the grass. I lay there for 15 minutes with no urge to move. But sadly, those miles need walking.

Bloody steep, Especially when carrying a Pack.

I hoisted up my pack and set off to finish the climb at last the road began to flatten out, but it was still as hot as hell. finally, I moved on to moorland and my friends the mad grouse. They make me laugh or I’m losing it. once again the trail began top descend and then I was walking towards a fairly busy road with Whitby and the sea in front , I’m getting closer.
I crossed over the busy road and continued along the hard shoulder before the trail dived right and headed into farmland. I was now nearing Littlebeck, where I was hoping on camping I passed by the church and began to walk up the road to the campsite , great as I am tired but then I realised that it was at least another mile up a hill , Fuck I am not doing that.
FUCK…. I turned around and stopped at the church. I sat on a bench outside and removed my pack, there was a stream nearby so I could get water.
I decided to look inside the church ,omg it was so cool inside compared with the heat outside, I then noticed a kettle, tea and stuff, so I made a cuppa and left a donation Thank you.
That was superb, what I really needed, they also had water, so I topped up my bottles as I guess that I will be wild camping tonight. Thank you church you have been my saviour.

I marched off up the road and into yet another nature reserve. I have to say this one was well maintained, so no fighting with nettles, it had great bridges, and walkways. I came to a felled tree and was impressed that it had been carved with kind words. As I continued it became very humid and I was soon sweating, the first time I have experienced this on this trail and I was soon soaked.

I pushed on climbing steps or stones sometimes until I reached the hermitage it a stone shelter. I have heard of people sleeping in it. But it’s not for me, so I pushed on and shortly arrived at the Falling Foss and the coffee shop.

I crossed over a stream and there was the spot for my tent.
Once my tent was up, I sat on a log and began cooking but was amazed at how many dog walkers came past my tent. I thought it was fairly late and the woods would be deserted so I was a little concerned that maybe I should have gone in deeper .
The freeze dried dinner of sweet & sour chicken with rice , turned out to be really disappointing .The flavour was good and the chicken okay, but the rest was mush, baby food like, I almost threw it away, but I was hungry. I washed it down with tea then made a hot chocolate for bed.

Milage 17 seemed a gruelling day!

Day 10 Ingleby Cross to The Lion Blakey Ridge

September 3, 2023September 15, 2023 / snailtrainers Adventures / Leave a comment

3^rd September 2023

Even though I was close to a noisy road I slept like a dream and only woke when my alarm went off.
I packed up, it was a dry morning, but the tent fly was soaked with condensation, bummer, I hung it over a fence to sort of dry, while I packed the rest of my gear up.
I used the facilities then put on a brew.
Okay let’s go. I knew it was going to be a lot of climbing today, something I was not looking forward too.
All set I walked out of the pub and down the road, then began a very slow climb as the trail wound its way up through an estate, I passed a farmhouse that did B&B and in front of its gates was another honesty tuck shop, again with loads of goodies, but I was good so continued on.
The trail continued winding its way up through the forest and I was amazed on how many grouse there were, dozens of them making peculiar noises from quacking to squeaking, I would often spook a bird who would fly out at me making such funny noises that it made me laugh.

I continued up and up and up and up some more fun. At last, it began to level out, but by now I was huffing and puffing already and on fresh legs too. WOW views were amazing well worth the effort of getting up here! I continued on up through the forest, but this path was less steep thank God.
I carried on until I passed through another gate and entered Scarth Wood Moor

These are my favourite parts, walking through the heather and once again, I was walking on huge slabs of granite, the views around were stunning. I began to descend and steeply, it was a bit of a challenge to get down but once down I emerged onto a road.
I was just checking my map when Michael appeared. He was the guy who I met at the campsite yesterday. (the Runner!)
We walked along for a while through nice cool woodland, he’s much faster than me and I really did not want to continue at this pace.
“See you later” I said.
Of course, you will I’ll buy you a beer.

The target was the Lion at Blakey Ridge, but it was 20plus miles away and I didn’t know what lay in front of me!
I watched Michael head off noting his position, so I knew which way to go. I spent the next 30 minutes descending, only to start the next climb. Up and up and up omg. The first part was up cobbled steps that were typically slippery and then it just climbed. I struggled up as I always do and then after that one there was another Fuck was the word, I used but again once up the views were amazing.

Then it was down, as I made my way down a son (I guess) was leading his very old mother up. Wow that’s so amazing, then I thought how the fuck is he going to get her down as down is much harder for a frail old lady who can hardly walk…I would have suggested turning around now, but it’s not my business.

At last, I was down as the trail continue it skirted a tearoom. As I was in need of a break I, ordered coke, ice cream and a sausage roll. Pricy, but i needed it, okay let’s go.
I really had not down my homework on this section as there were at least 3 more mountains to climb. I huffed my way up and down two before calling in at a layby, as I heard there was a little stall here and I needed water. I was annoyed with myself for not topping up at the café and I am low. should have topped up at the cafe. arrrrrhhhh.
Sadly, no water but I got to chat to an 88 year old chap who was out testing his new electric bike.
We chatted far too long, and luckily, but luckily for me ,he had a spare bottle of water.
I thanked his and began to walk up the road. I then did a crazy thing and began to hike the wrong way back up the mountain. only realising my mistake when I was up at the top.
Fucks fuck and fuck how did I get that so wrong. I stood there looking at the path snaking up the opposite mountain. THE ONE I SHOULD BE ON.

They climb up and then back down took ages and I was so annoyed with myself, as now I had to climb again.

It was now 2 pm and another ten miles to the pub, The Lion.
I’m not going to make that, fuck and I’m low on water fuck fuck.
I was eventually up, but as always, the trail snaked off into the distance and still appeared to climb.
I had heard there was supposed to be a disused railway track that would be flat, but there was no bloody sign of it. Oh, and by the way it’s bloody hot again really bloody hot.
I now need to ration water until I find some and what I have seen so far is gross, although I have drunk far worse.
I pushed on , it was bloody hot and my feet were hurting. I really had had enough it was becoming a shit day although the views were amazing.

I turned on to a wide track and manged to coax a little speed from my exhausted body.
So many people passed by in the opposite direction all smelling clean, I wondered what I must smell like, although I had showered the day before.
I zoned out and managed to get a good stride going I was pushing and pushing then I came to a complete halt.
Omg, there is an Adder on the path in front of me I fumbled with my phone, dam he had slid into the long grass, and I wasn’t about to poke about in there!!
I haunt seen once still I was about 12, so I felt really chuffed

At last, I reached the old train track 8 miles to go and its 4pm fuck I’m not going to do this.
Come on dodge. I set off at a good speed (slow) and I was making progress as the sheep parted to allow me to pass, I pushed and pushed until I needed a break, but didn’t want to stop yet.
At a crossroads I dropped my pack, took off my shoes to air my feet.
A lady walking her dog passed and asked which trail I was doing?
“Coast 2 coast I said.
And where are you heading?
The Lion I replied but it may be too far.
You have got this she said.

Its amazing what a few words of encouragement can do.
I hoisted up my pack and set off after the target. The miles were slowly falling but the time was advancing. After another hour I stopped and drank the remaining water that I had before pushing on and zoning out. My app was telling me .9 miles to go but as I scanned the horizon the nearest building on top of a hill looked sat least 3 more miles away, fuck no no.

I urged my body on, I was knackerd out of water and it was still roasting. at last, I reached the path to the pub. OMG I am here, I walked in and dropped my pack at the bar, then Michael appeared
“Oh my god you made it I didn’t think you would” he said.
He ordered me a pint and I also had a lime and soda that I necked.
I asked if they had a room and wasn’t surprised when they said no.so paid £4 for camping.
I quickly got my tent up and organised before returning to the bar,

Micheal offered me a bath in his room, but a shower was what I needed so Michael nabbed me a towel from his room. I found the shower and was soon clean, As I walked back through the bar Michael was eating so I joined him and had another lasagne not as good as the previous night but still good
We had a couple more beers, Timothy Taylor landlord then I was done.
I walked back to my tent. wow what a great sunset

Mileage 22 maybe a bit more

Totally exhausted

Day 9 The Hildyard to Ingleby Cross

September 2, 2023September 15, 2023 / snailtrainers Adventures / Leave a comment

2nd September 2023

Not the best sleep as the beer cellar fan kicked in every forty minutes. But sleep I did, and amazingly not a wet tent result. bonus. The alarm went off, I silenced it before letting the air out of my mattress okay let’s do some miles. I visited the loo luxury, then fussed around for a while so not a great get away .
It was a cool overcast morning perfect for me. I grabbed one last photo of the pub and strolled off down the road. A few kinks then into fields but these had corn and the farmer had trimmed the grass and so no soaking feet yet.
What a great farmer, next I met a woman walking her dog she was really chatty, and we laughed at nothing before going our different ways. In the next field I was amazed to see Geese ,so many. Geese, a whole field of geese (no water.)

I watched forward few minutes then pushed on. I would be in corn fields for most of the morning. I like corn fields. Dam I spoke too soon back to grass fields but the trail was well worn, so a decent path so dry feet. It continued on for about an hour, until I was spat out on a road.. I pushed on as I wanted higher mileage as I have been lazy for the last two. These fields seemed to go on for miles until I emerged near to a farm. From here the trail was crap, trees down and my friend the nettle everywhere, a few choice words were said.
I began to near civilisation and popped out on a large green with two trucks, which were both full of pigeons ready for racing. I hadn’t seen this in a while.

I walked through the busy area, almost missing the trail as it was so overgrown.
This is a garrison town you might have thought that they could sponsor a section and keep it neat or at least walkable without fighting the foliage .
I continued on with the river on my right for several miles. Then the trail switched scenery and I began walking around sound disused gravel pits. Here the sound of geese was loud, as they did their final approach before touch down on these waters
I watched for a few minutes, before emerging in a small village called. Bolton on Swale , On the green was the village pump sounded by a nice wooden enclosure.
I continued passing the local church, it also offered snacks etc. but I was good and wanted more miles so did not visit but Thanks you.

After the church it was back into the fields, and I came across a crop that I did not recognise, sown in rows like potatoes although they looked like baby tomatoes…never seen that before.
Okay its was potatoes just with the top greenery removed , Case solved !
The trail now became crap again why is it every gate seems the breeding grounds for nettles after these the trail became a narrow corridor between nettles and barbed wire fence,, really Mr farmer could you just mow it pretty please

After this it was back to nettle gate or thicket fence GGGrrrr Winge winge, as i hike in shorts.
I was so pleased to get back to road and this was a long road 6 Miles + maybe longer, and I was pushing. I passed several women walking their dogs and three women on horseback.
I was doing well and I would soon be at the next village of Great Langton that had absolutely nothing except a park bench whoopee.
At last the bench arrived and I had to sit for a few minutes as it was the law. Okay lets grab those miles , my original target for today is Danby Wise
As I pushed on along the road I met two Dutch guys backpacking , but they were E-W.
“The pubs shut” They said.
“Really? “ I replied.
Bummer as I was really looking forward to a beer.
I pushed on and soon arrived at the closed pub, outside there were notices for ice cream and drinks by the church, so a small detour was needed and soon arrived at Church Holme. It was Amazing ,another honestly store/tuckshop and they also ran a rather nice campsite , I dropped my back on a nearby picnic bench then went and grabbed a couple of lemonades and a tub of ice cream
As I sat another coast to coaster walker arrived, he joined me on the bench. His name was Michael, hes running the trail WHY ? We chatted a while before Michael zoomed off.
I filled up my water bottles just in case !! then decided to take lunch. After I grabbed another lemonade then I was off.

It was now roasting as I began yet another road walk, omg its hot, On and on then at last the trail dived right and we were back in farmland and shade , I entered a leafy green corridor, a bit narrow in places but cool. Eventually I emerged briefly onto a road, but soon dived back into another farm, where I stayed for most of the afternoon. I was beginning to tire, it would be so easy to stop and camp but I wanted miles, so reluctantly pushed on..

I turned onto another farm track, I need a break , OMG around a corner was a bench, chairs and a fridge. Inside the fridge were loads of goodies. I grabbed a can of mango crush, necked it so grabbed another. Whilst here I did first aid on my tootsies. and then drank one more mango soda, just in case.
I paid up and was on my way. But there’s were ghoulish things at hand as you crossed over the style. SCARY Things
I pushed on and crossed my first railway’s stop look and listen everyone.

Okay safe to cross. The next two fields I partly walked around even though I could have gone straight on and saved a heck of time!!
It was approaching, why isn’t you tent up time and I was beginning to flag. Did I say it was bloody hot.
I made my way along a very long and hot from track then it was let’s guess where the trail goes. I hate this game when I am tired.

I pushed on until WHAT THE FUCK.!!!

I have to cross the Busy A19. Are you fucking insane!!.
Oh what fun. Maybe it’s a way of culling the C2C people.

The A19 , On your Marks, Get set, RUN!!!!!!!!!

Your be pleased I made it across but what madness it urgently needs a bridge or a tunnel.
Okay this is my goal I’m now in Ingleby Arncliffe and I hope to tent in the pub car park.
As I made my way through the village the local café has a coast to coast sign on the door
St Bees to Robin Hood bay 50 miles to go whoop.

I found the pub
£5 that will do. I put up my tent, put my block on charge and ordered dinner..
Whilst waiting I had a great shower Oh that was so good, Now I am clean.
The Lasagne arrived with salad and chips. Have to say it looked really good and tasted better. It was really good so couple more beers and it’s bed time

Mileage 20 whoop

Day 8 Orchard Park to the Hildyard, Coburn

September 1, 2023September 13, 2023 / snailtrainers Adventures / Leave a comment

1st September 2023

It began to rain in the night, mainly showers but rain is rain. My alarm went off at 6.30 I silenced it but began to move. I let the air out if my mattress and began to pack up I am still very messy, luckily the table was a help and the rain had stopped.
I split the fly and tent to try and keep things dryer. Once almost done I made a hot chocolate and ate my orange. Okay let’s go. It was almost 8am as I strolled down the driveway. It was warm but drizzly as I made my way out and began the first stretch along the river. I passed several couples out with their dogs as I continued hiked along, At the first bridge I crossed over and continued along the other side of the river.

I passed the usual sheep but at this time if the morning they just ignored me. My feet were soon soaked from the wet grass I was stomping through. You would have thought with the numbers who did this trail it would be more worn…sadly not.
Today’s trail was going to be long road walks and sloshing through wet grass such fun.
Soon it was my first road walk and to be fair it made a nice change from wet feet. But now and then cars came a little close. You would have thought there would be more signs up warning drivers about’ walkers in road”. Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking.
I continued down the road, moving out of the way to let a tractor with a trailer full of lamb’s wool pass by, not a sight you see at home.

The trail now darted off to the left and into some woods. On a sunny day it would have been very pretty in there but on a day like today it was just dank, but still nice in its own way.
The trail climbed sharply on flagstones that were like ice and to add to the fun surrounded by nettles and I hike in shorts, oh, did I say it was steep.

I huffed and puffed my way up expecting to see something amazing at the top but sadly no.
But it was also very misty.
I let myself though a flight of gates which was fun, then it was back to wet soggy feet as I crossed field after field after field as the rain fell.
After crossing one field I was surprised to see a dozen moles hanging from the fence. This used to be an old gamekeeper’s tradition of hanging the spoils, but I hadn’t seen it done in years.

I set off crossing more fields and getting wetter feet oh and yes, it’s still raining.
At last, another road walk that took me to Marske it was downhill and steep such fun. I was soon there and as I passed the church gate, there was a lovey invitation to come in and rest.
Seemed a bloody good idea to me. Although it took me several attempts to open the door before I was inLaid out in front of me was a table of goodies. chocolate bars, energy bars, crisps. water., fruit juices plus all the important things like plasters, blister pads oh and bug spray.

I had a Mars, a can of orange juice and shortbread. A kettle would have been the icing on the cake. Amazingly they had a card machine so you could use your debit card WOW!
I sat and escaped the rain for 10 minutes and enjoyed the rest, I also sorted out my feet at they needed a little TLC thanks to being soggy all morning. When I ventured out, I had hoped the rain may have eased but sadly not.
I followed the road through the village then it was back to the fields and wet feet. I’ve lost count on how many gates, but it was loads. I trudged on almost sliding down a muddy path and then struggled to climb up the other side. I was so relieved when I reached a farm track, almost Heaven.
I am so surprised with the number of birds running all over the place, mainly grouse but also, pheasant and hares. Occasionally a stupid grouse will fly up nearby frightening he crap out of me. But also, several sheep have done that too.
You are walking by, then suddenly from nowhere a very loud Baa!! Fuckers.

I was enjoying my farm track although still nothing to see as still misty, but it was a superior type of mist.
I then met a farmer, who was very chatty asked what I was doing, where I was going and even apologised for the weather etc.
I really enjoyed chatting to him.
This path, track will take me into Richmond!!
I was getting closer as I could now see the old castle. Then I was in Richmond a bustling town such a difference from the solitude of the trails.Great, I was here. I quickly found a pub and had a tasty burger and chips washed down with an Ale.

Next, I needed to get a few extra supplies. I used the coop but there was nothing much I wanted, and I presumed I’d been eating at the Hildyard Pub later.
I made my way out of Town and followed the road before the trail took me sharply left and along a cider track, I guessed to be the old railway.

I met a gaggle of ladies one who was in a wheelchair asked me if I was doing the coast-to-coast
“Yes” I said
she said she had done it three times before.
That’s very impressive I said.
I walked with them for a little while before they turned off.
Once they had gone a couple who were behind them said
“If you’re doing the coast to coast your turning was a while back.”
Really thank you lady, I thanked them, promptly turned around and headed back.

The rain began to get heavier. I hope it stops before I need to put up my tent!!

The trail headed into a nature reserve with a few bumps before I emerged once again into fields, but these had, had wheat in and recently cut so a nice dry path to walk on. I crossed several of these and then I was on tarmac and omg. There is the pub. The Hildyard

I walked inside and asked if I could pitch, the deal was free if you have an evening meal.
But they were not doing food yet, although my pitch was still free. Bargain
The bar-lady showed me where to pitch and my tent was soon up. There was a separate toilet shower and dryer perfect. I ate several snacks then found the bar.
The pub had a great atmosphere., so enjoyed several pints as I watched the locals play pool.

Mileage 14. But seemed a hard 14.

Day 7 Rukins Farm to Orchard Park, Reeth

August 31, 2023September 13, 2023 / snailtrainers Adventures / Leave a comment

31st August 2023

I had decided that I was going to have a lazy day so when the alarm went off at 6.30, I silenced it. I dozed as the sunlight began to hit the tent. Oh, looks as if I have a lot of condensation. I’m not good at this lying still so decided to visit the loo and have an early morning shower…a treat. Omg that shower was so good.
I had planned to leisurely take down my tent grab a brew and be on my way, but as I let the air out from my pad, I was immediately swamped by a wave of midges who descended on my tent like a plague of locusts.
Omg bastard things, I threw everything into my pack threw down my tent and almost ran down towards the farmhouse. Once safe I began pack up again version 2.
When I was almost sorted, I put in a brew. The other camper who was doing the Pennine way appeared much the same as me, but he had the added protection of a sketa net. Bastard things I said, and he nodded. We chatted a whole as he has similar kit to me.

Okay time was getting on. I visited the shop grabbed an apple and orange some bug spray oh and a bacon sarnie, just to waste more time. Eventually I was off, 10pm not a good start. But I’m in no race.

I decided to take the low route, I soon past a footpath sign that looked interesting that should take me to Mucker. It was such a great trail, wide open and gorgeous. It followed the river passing many old farmhouses / cattle sheds. I strolled on really enjoying myself and on such a perfect morning as I had been dreading the midges.

I could see many hikes on the other side, and we cheerily waved to each other
I was now in Mucker and was now standing at a narrow bridge. Just as I was pondering which way to go to my next village a Kiwi couple arrived, we chatted a while then went our different ways.

I followed the path bit then got confused so decided to walk along the road. It was beautiful with views all around. I plodded on and on then I was in front of a pub omg I’m here at the pub. Sat outside were two Australians. Mother and Daughter.
Mum had done this walk 6 years earlier and was now doing it with her daughter.
“Pubs not open yet” they said in unison.
I laughed “Well it bloody well ought to be” we laughed.
We exchanged small talk whilst wait for the doors to be unlocked.
It wasn’t long before we were stood at the Bar, they ordered a couple of beers and a bowl of chips.
I had lime & soda, beer oh and chips. I woofed my Soda before leisurely sipping my beer.

The two Aussies are doing what everyone seems to doing and getting their luggage driven from B&B to B&B , It’s really seems the most sensible way to walk this trail says the man that is 7 days in and past half way. We chatted away and I had a second beer as I was not driving ha ha.
I then helped Mum with her poles she had brought new Leki’s and couldn’t adjust them.. The short section needs to be pulled out first or it will not lock, so easy fix.
I could have sat there longer as it was great company great beer and a gorgeous day, but sadly the miles needed or be walked. I said my goodbyes and slung up my pack. Typically, after beer and chips the trail is straight up…I really should know this by now. So it was a painful climb until I was level.

Thank God I said puffing like a broken train. Okay hopefully not too much more of that. I pushed on and in front I could see a group of hikers. I like that as a target unless they are fast.

Just then two Ospreys screeched by(the American helicopter plane). There have been many jets over but I’m never quick enough to capture them. I pushed on and eventually caught the group of hikers who were all from Alaska, Wow the entire world knows about this trail except me.
We chatted a while until I pushed on. It was another road walk, although this one was narrow and windy so nowhere to jump out of the way if the car was going a tadge too fast.
Luckly it wasn’t a long road walk and soon it was over, and I returned to the riverbank, nice and tranquil. I pushed on and then met many stiles, or rather holes in walls with narrows gates and they were narrow.

Maybe made to stop fat people chasing you. Several of these gates were so narrow so me and my pack were too wide and could not fit so I had to clamber over. I began to see civilisation and I am in Reeth. Wow with a late start a long liquid lunch I’m here and only just 4pm.
I made my way to the nearest pub and just dropped my pack when the husband-and-wife team appeared. Except no wife she had hurt her foot and was on the train heading home gutted. He’s going on solo, I expect its pricy to cancel. I’m sure they will reattempt it another day. He brought me a beer as he was staying at this pub.

It wasn’t going to be my intention, but if there’s a vacancy then I’ll stay otherwise I am walking on.
Sadly, the Bull was full and also the pub across the street.
But a man who I had been chatting too said there is a Camping Site down the lane.
Well, I’ll give it a try I said and thank you.
I finished my beer then grabbed my pack. I walked off through the village and along the road,
I could not see it , until some kind lady pointed the sign out too me Doh.
I marched down the drive, which are always far too long.
The owner was Sat outside the office
1 for camping I asked?
“Yes, no problem. “He said and walked me to the spot.
I soon had my tent up, as they had laundry on site, I grabbed all my stinky stuff.
Dam no powder, I went back to reception but could see anyone so washed them without soap still 100% better than they were then a quick tumble.
I made tea and scoffed a freeze-dried chicken curry, no bad maybe a tad more water and a stir but good.
I debated whether to stroll back to the pub for another ale or two. But then I decided to be sensible and have an early night

Milage 14

Day 6 Bents Farm To Rukins Farm, Keld

August 30, 2023September 12, 2023 / snailtrainers Adventures / Leave a comment

30^th August 2023

I have to say that was the best sleep yet. But as I lay awake, rain began to fall.
Perfect, I said and rolled over. Well, I am not in any race.
At 6.30 my alarm went off and all seemed silent outside, no rain.
I quickly packed up, had coffee under the tree, then I was ready. I returned the bowl to the farm that the lady had brought out full of piping hot water so I could refresh.
I hoisted up my pack and my body shuddered, are we doing all this again. Seems we were.
It was approx. 6 miles to Kirby Stephens. I wanted to get there yesterday but I ran out of gas (strength or stamina.)
It takes me a few miles to warm up and today was no exception, except I felt much better with a decent sleep something that I had been lacking.

I marched on enjoying the countryside, although it was overcast it was not cold.
As I continued on, I soon began to warm up as I strode down the trail. The miles were passing as I opened gates and closed gates and climbed styles, I was getting closer. The sun began to shine so I needed to stop to remove a layer. As I began to climb, I had amazing views of an old viaduct. I think you can walk over it but. Not today…
Then a chap appeared he was Coast 2 Coast but opposite direction, we chatted briefly, before both wishing each other well and continuing in our own directions.
I began to descend down through several fields, at the bottom by the gate there was an honesty box, but it only had water and flapjack in it, I really fancied a lemonade.

Town was now getting nearer then I popped out in a small cul-de-sac and then began to follow the lane heading into town.
I spied a Spar supermarket and went inside, grabbed a basket, Milk, lemonade, satsumas, a tin of spam, wine gums and a chicken and mushroom slice. I paid, then found the nearest bench to sit down and eat my food, I quickly woofed the slice, glugged down the milk and gorged on several satsumas. I really fancied some other fruit, but none came as singles.
Next stop, I need gas. The first shop only had the huge. Ones. mmm, I do not fancy carrying that, but if the next shop doesn’t have, I will be back.
Luckily, the next shop had the right size, and I brought an extra meal just in case.

Okay all done. The next stop was 9 rigs and if you haven’t guessed it, they are on top of a large really steep hill.
I walked through town, which was pretty, the trail followed a lovely grassy trail until it reached the road. I did not know this, but this road went on and up for miles. Such fun and the sun was shining.

I soon needed a break and slumped down under the shade of a tree. I slurped my lemonade (less weight) I took 10 minutes then it was back to the hill, it was a long steep, boring road walk with the sun trying to melt me. I huffed and puffed my way up and up to at last I came to countryside.
I walked through the gate; I’m well trained in this now.

Far far Way in the distance on top of a tall pointy mountain I could barely make out was the thing that I was heading to excitement. Nine standard Rigs
Of I strolled (plodded) I have to say it had been such a glorious day. I do moan a lot it’s not because of the hiking that I dearly love. It’s the fact I’m struggling to do it. As I climbed the scenery and views became stunning, I stopped to take snaps and let my heart beat slow then I was away again. Slowly very slowly I was getting nearer. But for more fun let’s have a few bogs to cross.

These simple crossing sap my strength, but I was getting nearer and several days sorry hours I was there or here. Nine giant cairns sat on top of the hill, one square, the others normal cairn shape. Not much is known about them. Although they were a lot taller, and they may have been others in the past. I took my break and ate a load of oxygen then it was miles to walk but again the views from up here where amazing.

I followed the ridge for a while avoiding the bogs. The bogs were then replaced with more huge granite slabs, I’m still amazed how they got these huge slabs up here as they are not light at all. I continued along the slabs until I reached a crossroads.

They like you to use certain route throughout the year to prevent soil erosion. So, I would be using blue. Again, I started off on nice granite slabs then Bogland.
I did not check the Milage, but I would estimate 4 miles of this crap. It was a nightmare I had little to no chance of keeping my feet dry and this section began to get to me. I know it is what it is but….

I jumped and waded, tip toed, etc, etc. It seemed endless, eventually it appeared over so I decided to take a break and also changed my socks.
But as soon as I began to hike I was back in marshland, bogland ,cropland, I was truly fucked off, fed up with wet feet as I continued on through this crap for at least another couple of miles
Time was now getting on and the bogs had exhausted me, there was a campsite in about another mile still a bit early but that will do me.
But when I eventually arrived at the site it was closed, Bollocks and fuck.
I had, had enough the bogs had got to me, and the trail was now climbing over another hill.
I couldn’t be arsed with it, so decided to head in the complete other direction down a road with a sulk… must be somewhere down here where I can pitch?
But as I walked I then spied a foot path sign to something bridge. For some reason that sounded exciting, so off I rambled. I felt happy as I crossed several fields, scared numerous sheep and grouse. I began to descend towards a farm. I figured I had missed a turn but carried on anyway. Just as I reached the farm the farmer appeared on his quad.
I quickly apologised. Saying have I strayed.
Yes, lad but nay problem, just continue down to road.
I thanked him, then quickly asked if I could get some water.
Round front, lady is sat on step, she will point it out
I thanked him again and continued until I met his wife/daughter sat on the front step
She smiled and pointed to the tap. I quickly filled up then headed for the road.

I then spied a campsite, dam its booked at the farm I have just come from, but I had now walked a long way past so kept going.
I began to follow the river as it passed several lovely bridges and then cut into high cliffs before tumbling over a small drops

I stopped to check my map, cool I am almost into town and ahead was a place that had Yurts & camping. Although when I called in, The owner was not a least bit interested in me camping, making up excuses. I have no problem with that just don’t advertise camping. However, he did recommend the next place down the road. That’s where I ended up, Rukin’s campsite and the lovely lady was extremely helpful.

Mileage 17.5. A good day

Day 5 Burnbanks to Bents Farm

August 29, 2023September 12, 2023 / snailtrainers Adventures / Leave a comment

29th August 2023

My alarm sounded, although I was awake, I was lacking the oomph to do anything about it.
Finally, I let the air out of my mattress and slowly packed up, I was slow.
I had no urge to get out of here but soon was packed then drank my cooling coffee.
I was now ready and onto Shap, where I really wanted to get to yesterday.
A local person suggested I take the roadway after the river, less wet and boggy, sounds good to me.

I soon found said road and plodded down it and up umm that is not so good, but it was less boggy. I continued on until I came to a crossroads well it wasn’t really a cross but a merging. The neighbour said it was a straight road to Shap and I foolishly believed him. So, what road next? I appeared to be heading back on myself when I spied a coast-to-coast sign. Now these seem exceedingly rare out here. maybe people pinch them for souvenirs!

I turned immediately right and began to follow the path and straight through bog, great. Today was all about getting to Shap and then continue on. I began to drop down a hill and passed by several picturesque old bridges that were so pretty you would want one in your garden if you had the room. I pushed on pausing at a sign which said Sainsbury’s down the lane. But obviously not this lane or it had been stolen. I passed herds of sheep then crossed the river on another quaint bridge but this one was only a person wide.

It spat me out into a field which then continued to some old ruins. Some sort of house with the big copper cooking thingy still intact. I then began a roller coaster of fields until I spied the Abbey.

I was not long until I was standing beneath the huge entrance supposedly it was a lot taller once, apart from this proud monument the rest was missing. But I wandered around picturing how it may have been, placards helping. I stopped for a quick break dropped my pack and removed a layer before walking on and of course up.

The post lady in her van whizzed by with a cheery wave as I puffed up the hill. I wonder how much it would cost to post me further up the trail lol. Towards the top of the hill, I paused by a salt bin to catch my breath, when I noticed a case of beer behind it. Amazingly it had beer in, so I drank two for breakfast and stuffed two into my pack. Thank you very much.

Okay Shap you cannot be too far away. I walked long the small country lanes. Until I reached the “Welcome to Shap” sign, I made my way through until a shop appeared great, perfect.
I grabbed some supplies for lunch as I have been short, brought a new lighter and two bacon baps to go.
Perfect. Once outside I woofed the baps before slinging up my pack and continuing on through and out of Shap. I made my way through the maze of houses then I was back on trial. I crossed over the railway line and then once again I was out in the country. Heading to lush green fields, once across the second on I arrived at a bridge that crossed over the motorway.
Once across I could see the cement works on my right, but I was heading towards the old quarry. I soon arrived and found the notice boards really interesting how it started stopped. Etc.
I climbed up the steps out of the quarry and continued. I was now on a wide broad and flattish path that appeared to continue for several miles, which it did. Later it became rolling hills but nothing too steep.

In several parts numerous trees had been planted and fenced in to protect them from sheep?
It must have been fun planting the trees as the ground was so rocky. maybe it’s to prevent more bogs.
The trail now proceeds to climb; the ground was littered with rocky outcrops that resembled old roman ruins or old foundations when the houses have gone. I found this fascination but then I’m weird. It was now nearing 12.30 and I was hungry or rather needed a break.
so when I next passed water I decided to stop, I grabbed another Liter of sheep wee just in case. I then decided to have lunch washed down with beer. I wished that I had grabbed an apple.

Okay time to walk, the afternoon seemed more of a roller coaster but with steep downs and bogs for fun. The scenery was amazing although a tad repetitive with the path disappearing into infinity, but the scenery was amazing.
The sun was now hot as I continued on and with the numerous road walks my feet were also overheating , I was in too minds to stop but I wanted miles, I was also a little concerned as I was drinking a lot and was getting low. As I passed a farm. I had a quick look to see if there was an obvious tap, sadly not.

It was also getting late, and I was getting tired, I was walking through more sheep fields I was tempted to put up my tent but was concerned they might eat it. I continued on until I spied a newish cattle trough, I walked up to it and was able to get access to the ballcock which allowed me to get clean water, result
I bottled up just in case I found a place to crash. But the trail just continued through open fields with no shelter, fuck it I said and walked on

I then came you Sunbiggin Farm (Orton), a small oasis, an honestly shed, with tea & coffee, fridge with cold drinks and numerous other goodies.
I greedily drank two lemonades woofed an apple and munched a bag of crisps, whilst my phone charged. To be fair I could have sat there all day, but I needed more miles.

In my mind I had Sunbiggins Tarn as my campsite but being crazy I walked straight past it. Did I think I was going to get to the next town? No way, but I plodded on ignoring the perfect campsite and then I was back to openness stretching forever and now my feet really did hurt I should have sorted them back at the oasis. Why didn’t I.

Reluctantly I continued on, although I vaguely remember reading about a possible campsite in two-ish miles, which I can do.
But when you knackered and had enough 2 miles seemed like forever, I was so near to throwing my tent up anywhere But then ……

The the farm was in sight and then I was there. I walked up and rang the doorbell.
A lady answered the door
“Any room for one tent.” I asked
“Of course”, she said, she must have taken pity with how I looked.
“I don’t know how you do “it she said.
I have to agree with her. maybe I’m getting too old for this.
She shows we where I can camp the rules the loo, I give her a fiver.
She then said, “We have no showers, but I will bring some hot water out so you can freshen up.”
Oh my god that certainly did the trick, oh and a beer she left me a beer.
I soon ha my tent up and enjoyed my beer before cooking supper.

Mileage 19 miles

Day 4 Grisendale Tarn to Burnbanks

August 28, 2023September 12, 2023 / snailtrainers Adventures / Leave a comment

Coast to Coast 2023

Monday 28th August 2023

I was fairly pleased with my spot although I should have gone one, but you never know. I awoke by a very heavy downpour and even though I was on high ground you never know lol.
I didn’t really get to sleep after that. After the rain stopped the wind battered my tent for about 10 minutes then all became calm.
At 6.30 my alarm went off, as I was awake, I might as well make the most of I, I was at least 4 miles away from where I should have stopped yesterday.
I quickly packed up smiling at the numerous tents pitched around me. I actually heard a few arrive last night. Okay let’s go, I headed on down the valley on a fairly warm morning and blue sky. Shhhh.
The start was fair rocky which I struggle to walk over as I’m scared of tripping or twisting something although the thought of going home sounds quite lovely. Lol.

As I descended, I met several locals out for a morning circuit. again, this makes me smile. I passed numerous sheep who always scatter in all directions. Perhaps I just smell bad.
Eventually I hit flat ground of a farm track, if I had known this yesterday then yes, I would have gone on. But you never know, and I’ve been caught out in the past.
I said good morning to woman walking her dog. Miss you Taylor xx ( My late Dog)
I walked by several cottages to let, with grumpy looking people drinking coffee. I pushed on down this flat road and into Patterdale, emerging out by a large hotel that had the waft of breakfasts cooking making my mouth water. I quickly walked past, there used to be a shop here but sadly its closed. However I did spy a rubbish bin so stopped to drop off my crap oh and a public loo might as well use that too. Whilst in the toilet I washed my grimy face. Fresh as a daisy I strolled out and back to the trail.
It was going to be another afternoon of climbing and I just could not wait.

I crossed over a bridge and then began my climbing, I am running out if excuses, bad sleep, heavy pack, different socks but I just cannot climb. Tortoises race past me.
So, plod plod I slowly climbed and then the sun appeared to make it even more fun, as I began to melt. I stopped to remove a layer of clothing and drink some oxygen.

Okay let’s go can’t be much further to the top*. I pushed some more, and this wasn’t even the biggy I had that to do later such fun. I plodded on up and then weirdly I was in my stride, paths around mountains are my favourite and I can move. (a little faster) and omg the scenery was breath-taking making all this pain worth it. I soon came to Angel Lake where a few tents remained from last night.

But once past this gorgeous lake the trail returned to a roller Coaster, and I was dreading the downs.
Its no-good, I needed another break, I flopped down and drank more air.
An Australian couple soon appeared, we chatted for a while they are from Brisbane and like so many of the sensible people out here walking this trail, they are just carrying a day pack and their stuff is being moved ahead to their B&B. CHEATERS lol but I’m so envious.
I set off after them, but wow they are shifting and were soon gone.
In front of me were more big climbs ahead and later in the day the Biggy, to be honest I really didn’t want to do it.
I sat down and had a sulk then got out my maps, now if I go down there and across there I could be there. MAYBE!!
Now this probably wasn’t a shortcut as it still had climbs, but I said fuck it and turned left.
This could be a big, big mistake. Wild rabbits could eat me.?

It started okay then I was climbing yet again I huffed and puffed my way up then I began to descend into open moor that stretched into the distance for miles. I like this and feel extremely cheerful as I headed off into the unknown and maybe the wrong way. I was singing away to myself when an electric bike whizzed past me scaring the shit out of me Fucker. Oh, and I want one lol.

I marched on stopping now and then to navigate around a bog.
But I was having fun. Its weird out here it does not matter in which direction you look there is always a somebody marching off in some random direction.
I also I met a group of mixed scouts coming towards me and was amazed as some were carrying bigger packs than me.
Now the bog fields were getting annoying, how can there be bogs downhill. Doesn’t the water run away. I pushed on and could soon see the big reservoir to my right this was my target. Great.

I was suddenly startled by a dog and turned to see two guys; they had been out ticking Wainwright’s off of their list. Not sure what that is I’m going to have to look it up.
Their target was also the reservoir or Naddle Bridge , Their app had more defined paths than my map, so I followed them. I use the word loosely as they were almost running. Well actually they were running!!
I began to drop down, slowly as it was steep, but it was getting nearer I sloshed through several more bogs and then I was at a bridge. I got an excited. But I wasn’t there yet I still had almost a mile to descend through ferns, and it was steep.

This is when my legs say fuck, we have had enough, and I can’t blame them. I wanted to get to Shap but with the extra 4 miles this morning that would have been. 20+ including climbing. I pushed on arriving at the banks of a reservoir , there were several families picnicking, oh I was so envious as I walked past their blankets spread with food.
I continued on then crossed a small stream, a good opportunity to grab water I then walked to a small hedge and collapsed . I was just taking five when the couple who I met the day before (when in was struggling) appeared. They looked fresh and were heading for Shap which was another 5 miles, to be fair I could do that, but I didn’t want to do it. However in approximately oneish miles there was a possible campsite plus shower.
I reluctantly slung up my pack and walked on , the trail was really nice which was good as my legs were tired . I entered Burnbank and found the place deserted, on the door was note saying were to put your tent.

Once my tent was up, I went and used the shower omg. That is so good.
Then back to my tent to chill and eat.
Fresh water always a bonus and I am charging my battery block, another bonus too.
Tomorrow as I need to visit the shops in Shap as I am low on snacks.

Milage 16 phew

Day 3 Rosthwaite to Grisendale Tarn

August 27, 2023September 9, 2023 / snailtrainers Adventures / Leave a comment

I slept well although I woke far too early. The tent was dry apart from a spot of dew.

I began the break down, my routine a little slicker because there were no midges then leisurely enjoyed a hot chocolate.

Okay, we are off, next would be the first big climb of the day and I was dreading it.

It was an overcast day with drizzle as I stomped off down the path. It was not long until I began to climb. As I climbed, I said good morning to numerous sheep who leapt off in all directions. Now and then the mist would part letting me view the valley that I have just come from.

I pushed on, actually this isn’t too bad I said to myself, perhaps I could have done this last night lolol. I crossed numerous streams and kept climbing following the gushing waters as they headed the other way. I shortly reached a plateau and below I could make out one orange tent. Cool spot I remarked to myself.
As I continued, I made mental notes of several places that my tent would have fitted, I kept climbing until I came to almost vertical wall, I guess I’m going up there, I scanned around trying to locate the trail, path a clue. It was a scramble and fun trying to determine the route. But once you were up a level you were staring at a cairn probably easier to see going down than up.

The scramble soon returned to steps and then I was at the top although with the mist and fog it was difficult to tell, and I’m sure there are more to climb!
I headed on then had to navigate numerous bogs, such fun.

This began to play with my mind as it took so much concentration to choose a route around them… if I had wellies I would stomp straight through then and possibly end up, up to my waist. I pushed on until omg.

Not sure how they did it. I must look it up, but they have put huge granite slabs down over the bog.

Not one or two, but hundreds of them how did they get them up here. Thank you so much.

I almost skipped a long. I did not. But I could have.!!

But all good things must end and so did the slabs and so I was back to navigating around the bogs. As I pushed on, I spied people in the distance.

It turned out to be son and mum out for a stroll, mad people.
I continued still climbing far too many mountains, when I reached the summit of the next one, I was surprised to see about a dozen people. Most were doing a circular route and all smelling clean. Exceptionally clean. I began to descend only to be faced with, yet another climb, this one was named Helm. Actually, the climb up was okay, again it was really popular as there are dozens of people at the top including young children.

Coming down once again was hell, why are the downs always shit and seem much longer than the ups, oh well.
I struggled down the steep bits then omg there were several switchbacks this is nice, but they soon stopped, and it was just scree, followed by steps that were like glass. So I inched down slowly.
I eventually came out in a wooded area and followed the signs to town, it was nice and cool in the forest as I followed the path suddenly emerging into an open hotel area , that I felt was strange.
But it was a great pit stop , I brought a beer and a chicken burger, with fries which was really tasty. I enjoyed my break, filling up my water bottles before walking on.

With all the climbing, descending and bog navigation my mileage was poor. I really need to push more miles, but I wasn’t sure I had it. I really wanted to get to Patterdale, but it was too far, maybe?

I crossed over the road and was soon climbing yet again, and it was now hot. I followed four sheep along the lane, they seemed reluctant to turn around and pass me.
Eventually they braved it as I neared a gate.
I passed through the gate and ahead in the distance was yet another climb and steep. God, I really didn’t want another climb. I should have tried to find somewhere to stay in Grasmere, but that bus had gone. I was taking yet another breather when another couple came by.
I think I saw them on the train, they are also doing C2C but are not camping so less to carry.

Incredibly wise. Dam lol.

They whizzed by me and will certainly get to Patterdale I certainly will not, as I huffed and puffed my way up behind them as they grew smaller and smaller in the distance.

At last, I arrived at the waterfall, which was close to where I was hoping to camp.

Getting closer I thought. But still too far away and the trail was still climbing. fuck. I’m knackered. But I had to keep climbing, up more steps than a scrabble over rock before the path reappeared. At last, I was over the saddle and the lake stood before me.

I was hoping this would be home if only I can find somewhere for my tent.

I followed the path around the lake. Below me was a tent and omg. The occupant was swimming. Nutter lol I kept walking.

I followed around the edge of the lake (tarn) Over there maybe? I crossed over steppingstones and yes, I can get my tent in there, it is a bit boggy around it, but I’m tired I’ll sleep anywhere.

I soon had my tent up, pad inflated, and bag unfurled. I got myself organised then put on a brew followed by chicken curry. Not bad. Bed will shortly follow.

Mileage 12 (too much climbing !!)