Coast to Coast 2011: Day Twelve

Thursday 23rd June – Stonethwaite to Ennerdale Bridge

Today I shall mostly be pretending to surf to “Walk, Don’t Run” by The Ventures.

Day Twelve

I had another cracking nights sleep, the double bed helped I’m sure, but the people sharing the bathroom with me did not. They were in it about 6 or 7 times in the night. I guessed that’d been in the pub all evening and were suffering because of it.
At breakfast Tracy the landlady also mentioned it. She didn’t seem too happy with them. But they were actually an old couple – well old – in their eighties – so perhaps bathroom usage was forgivable after all.
I had the staple of Bacon and Eggs for breakfast, with tea and toast. I’ve not had a full English all walk, I just don’t seem to need that big feed in the morning anymore. On previous walks I’ve always started off with the works and ended up on B&E, so it seemed easier to skip straight there on this walk. The guy at Chestnut Villa in Grasmere did jokingly complain that doing B&E didn’t actually give him much scope to impress. Sorry fella.
I didn’t see Bill for breakfast, he’s walking the Cumbria Way and only has a few short miles into Keswick to do. Like me he was making up some of the route to take advantage of short days or good weather. He’d come over the Langdales the previous day too.
I’d requested a 7:30 breakfast so I could get a reasonable start on the day. It wasn’t going to be a long one, but if the weather stayed fine I wanted to be able savour it.
Initially the low cloud, drizzle and cold temp didn’t bode well for the day. I started out in wets again. Baselayer and Paramo on top and what has come to feel like the usual overtrousers over no trousers. Newspaper in my boots overnight had helped to pretty much dry them completely and I set out with warm socks straight off the rad and dry boots. At my first rest stop I realised why the Inov-8s had been performing so badly in the wet terrain. There was a big split in the left boot, where the sole should join the upper it was flapping loose. Brilliant. Two pairs of boots and neither pair were worth a damn. At least I’d be getting the Salomoms replaced in a few days.
The route, even without maps, instantly came back to me. I crossed the road to the YHA and then along the river to Seatoller, then up the grassy lane.
I was glad of the coat to begin, it was chilly! The tops were all covered in cloud but it seemed to be improving. By the time I left Seatoller it was getting warmer and I had a nice sweat on as I met my first westers of the day. They must have come from the hostel at Honister. They were a couple in their sixties “having our last fling, while we can” he said to me. They were carrying large packs, complete with tent and full camping gear – they’d booked no accommodation and were walking as far as they wanted then stopping; in a B&B if they could find one, or camping if not. They were hoping to spend two days in Borrowsale – I was very envious. It’s a lovely place, with some of the most impressive dry-stone Walls anywhere in the Lakes. That’s only partly tongue in cheek too! If dry stone wallers were craftsmen then the wallers of Borrowdale were artists. Their walls are often vertical, straight as arrows and diverted by not even the sheerest crag. You’ll be pleased to know I took some photos as examples. You may be even more pleased to hear that I can’t post them 🙂
I wished George and Mildred (not their real names – well not unless I’m a great guesser) a grand holiday and the best weather possible and pushed on to Honister.
Honister mine is the sort of place I should hate, it’s commercialism personified and I hate that. But I can’t hate Honister. I was going to stop for a drink and a bun, before the steep climb up the tramway behind. Unfortunately the only cold drinks they had were water and little cartons of orange juice! They had no buns! Thwarted, I sulked back out into the thin sunlight. The fells were filling up, cars arriving to park at Honister and folk getting off the Rambler bus. It was like a human starburst – two up the path to Dale Head, two up the ridiculous path to Great Gable, three up the quarry road to Fleetwith Pike and me up the old tramway.
It was definitely warming up, I sweat bullets on the steep climb, even though I was taking it very easy, not really wanting to reach the top. The views were brilliant.
At the top of the climb I took a short break, took some photos and basically dragged out my time at the top of the Lakes. In a little while I would start descending into Ennerdale and that signified the end of the Lakes for me. Its a dull old trudge through the valley, even with the grand hills on either side – Pillar on my left and High Stile to the right.
I dragged my heels all the way along the path. I stopped again as Buttermere and Crummack Water came into view. The weather was warming nicely now, the tops had cleared (apart from Pillar) and there was even blue sky poking through.
I was completely alone. I couldn’t see another soul anywhere. Not on the paths, not on the fells. It was blissful I sat there as long as I was alone. Only when I saw 2 walkers start along the path from the tramway, towards me, did I move.
I met a young couple at the top of Loft Beck, they’d stayed at Black Sail but weren’t walking the C2C. They weren’t very chatty and soon carried on. I met a solo Aussie female 2 minutes later. She had no pack, just a waterproof coat ties around her waist. She seemed a little self-conscious of her lack of gear and quickly explained that her pack had broken yesterday and she’d been forced to send it ahead using Sherpa. She was going to have to buy a new day pack in Grasmere. The way the day was turning out though she wasn’t going to miss her pack. It was lovely now.
I lingered at the top of Loft Beck for a few more minutes, then dithered and dallied and dawdled my way down the steep path.
I met two older Aussie ladies on the way up – why are so many antipodeans walking this path? – I asked them how they were enjoying it and they said they’d be fine as long as there were no more steep climbs like this one. I couldn’t resist myself. “Ha, this is just a training climb, a nursery slope if you like”. I went on “tomorrow you have the climb out of Borrowdale, thats longer and steeper than this, then there’s the climb out of Grasmere, that never seems to end and then you have the ridiculous path out of Patterdale – thats seven miles of constant climb until you reach Kidsty Pike!” I was smiling as I reeled off their future tortures and I think they thought I was kidding.
I got more photos on the descent. Pillar was looking immense and I was so glad I’d skipped the long route. I’d not have been able to bimble along on that path, I’d have to have made decent time.
I followed the path to Black Sail and found the warden at the door talking to women. I didn’t feel the need to stop, I had plenty of water (for a change) and felt like pushing on rather than killing time now. Now that I was down in the valley. I put a kick in my pace along the road, it’s not a great place to be honest, there’s lots of felling going on and replanting and it currently looks worse than when it was just a conifer concentration camp. It will improve over time I’m sure, but that’s a few years away yet – so maybe for the next time I do the walk it’ll be worth while walking slowly and admiring the scenery.
I passed a couple of dozen westers. They would have started on Wednesday, so the low numbers could be down to this – mid-week starts are much fewer than weekend starts.
I’d donned headphones at Black Sail and tuned out to listen to my audiobook – so I didn’t stop to talk to any of the westers – apart from the guy who asked how far it was to Black Sail and I wasn’t quick enough to wind him up, instead I truthfully said about 30 mins.
It started to rain at some point, but I was already in wets so I didn’t care. It didn’t last too long though.
I stayed on the northern side of the reservoir, I’d experienced the rocky shoreline on the other side and decided the longer path on this side would be better.
I passed a huge number of very excited looking kids doing some Orienteering at the end of the reservoir, all running round with their maps and tagging some electronic posts that were scattered beside the path. I helped any that asked for help – a few did – and I didn’t send them on a runaround! 🙂
The B&B is very basic and theres no shower, just a bath, but it will do. The couple that run it are very friendly and welcoming.
I’m running out of battery on the iPhone so I’m going to have to post this and hope to finish it tomorrow.

lonewalker

Fell-walker, trig-pointer, peak-bagger, Wainwright-er & Pennine Way author, with a passion for long paths, malt whisky, fast cars & Man City

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2 Responses

  1. lonewalker says:

    Tim – Inov-8s were preferred mainly because of their waterproofness – I had holes in the Missions – but once the Inov-8s proved to be letting in water too they went back in the baggage. New pair of Missions collected from shop yesterday – warranty replacement from Salomon – great customer service.
    The SUW is also on my “to do ” list – I understand its very similar to the Pennine Way – so that sounds grand 🙂

  2. Tim says:

    Good to see you back blogging and still walking strong (albiet wet). Wondering if maybe you would better off (given distances/terrain) with heavier boots construction? Was almost convinced to do C2C next in UK but now thinking of reverting back to SUW option. Looking forward to your overall assessment down the road but for now enthralled with what tomorrow will bring for you on the trail.

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