C2C 2011: Day Ten

21st June 2011 – Patterdale to Grasmere – 11.7 miles

I had one of those moments this morning where you observe how badly some people behave and you wish you could show them your view of themselves; it may make them think and perhaps act differently. It was over breakfast in the White Lion – I was sitting on my own, opposite a table of four older walkers – all westers of course – they were giving the poor girl who was doing breakfast a right run around.

I don’t think I’m especially picky or fussy – there’s plenty of things I don’t like, hate even and I’ve recorded many of them within these pages, but I’m more of a moaner than a fusser. If there’s something I don’t like I will record it, maybe say something at the time, if I think it will make any difference, but I don’t tend to make a fuss.

Nothing was right for these four – they had the girl running all over – warm milk for the coffee, not cold; could they have herbal tea – not the peppermint she then brought – herbal dear, herbal! Do you have any marmalade for the toast – not jam – it can’t have bits in though. My friend can’t have milk, do you have any milk-free spread for the toast. Do you have vegetarian sausages!?! It would have been funny if it hadn’t been so unfair. Why the hell do these people leave home, when everything they find elsewhere is inadequate and not up to standard. I take my hat off to the girl though; she was polite and helpful – more than I would have been.

Breakfast in the White Lion was fine, not a patch on Brookfield of course, but then where is – it was still more than adequate and set me up nicely for the morning. A morning which was grim and grey and cold – everything yesterday morning hadn’t been. It had rained most of the night and even lying in bed (window open on a warm night) I could hear the cars passing through puddles in the street.

I’d slept well in the littlest room in the world, on the narrow single bed, pleased that I hadn’t needed a pee in the night, as the toilet was 30 yards away down the corridor – not even a sink in my room for emergencies 🙂

There was no problem deciding what to wear today, so, instead I vacillated over which route to take. The clothing decision was a no-brainer; overtrousers over no trousers and baselayer beneath Paramo jacket, with a fleece in the pack if it got really cold on the tops.

My original route plan had been along the road, up Dovedale, visit the Priests Hole, up to Hart Crag, then the eastern side of the Fairfield Horseshoe to Rydal and finally along the paths to Grasmere. I sacked all that when I saw the weather, not the forecast – the actual looking out the window and seeing the weather. I still wanted to go high, but not so long. I decided on St. Sunday, Fairfield and Stone Arthur – a total of about 3000 feet and 8 miles, finishing just opposite my B&B which would let me in at 2pm.

Everyone leaving Patterdale in Wets

Everyone leaving Patterdale in Wets

The shorter route meant I didn’t need to leave early, so I lounged for a while and eventually set out at about 9:40. It wasn’t raining, not properly; in fact it was beguilingly warm and muggy, especially as I started to climb up the steep slope of Thornhow End. I had all my vents open, on the top as well as bottoms and I was still beginning to leak alarmingly. I took off my Tilley – thinking that may help with the warmth, but it just meant I had to rub the sweat out of my eyes more regularly.

I got some cracking views back down to Ullswater, despite the low cloud. A lone sheep stood sentinel over the path – until I got close then he scarpered – but was back again within a minute when I turned round.

The path out of Patterdale

The path out of Patterdale

Looking back to Ullswater

Looking back to Ullswater

Sentinel sheep

Sentinel sheep

At this point I was hoping for a drop in temperature and perhaps a breeze to ease the mugginess – never let it be said that I don’t sometimes get what I wish for. The path beyond the initial steep climb is great – it hovers close to the edge and you get great views down into Grisedale and onto the fells opposite.

A steep climb up and around Thornhow End

A steep climb up and around Thornhow End

Airy path above Harrison Crag on the way up to St. Sunday

Airy path above Harrison Crag on the way up to St. Sunday

Within 10 minutes I was into the cloud – the temperature plummeted – I closed all my vents. The wind came up and it started to rain – I deployed my hood. It rained steadily at first, then heavily, then blown on the wind at high speed, straight into my face. It was bloody cold for the start of summer I can tell you. How on earth can two consecutive days in June be so different? The visibility was poor – only a few yards – but the path was clear and obvious and the iPhone Memory Map app was working well.

Walking up into the clouds

Walking up into the clouds

At least the path is easy to follow

At least the path is easy to follow

By the time I reached the summit I was chilled, wet and a bit fed up – this wasn’t the way the Lakes section of my C2C walk was supposed to be – it was too bloody “business as usual”, just like any other wet and horrible day walk.

On the summit of St. Sunday

On the summit of St. Sunday

It's bloody June!

It’s bloody June!

I got to Deepdale Hause and had a brief rest, beside a large outcrop of rock, mostly out of the wind. I couldn’t see more than a few yards ahead and I wasn’t sure I wanted to ascend Cofa Pike and Fairfield in zero visibility with a howling wind and driving rain. It wasn’t a tough decision; I canned the rest of the high path.

Path decision at Deepdale Hause - I went right

Path decision at Deepdale Hause – I went right

I took the narrow, winding path down from Deepdale Hause, through the boulder fields, dropping down to Grisedale Tarn to rejoin the original route. It was very wet on the way down – both in the air and on the ground. Better than the last time I came down this path though – in March 2008, under several feet of snow, Tex and I just basically jumped and rolled down the slope to the tarn. I couldn’t believe how rocky it actually was – these weren’t visible last time.

It's a lovely rocky path

It’s a lovely rocky path

I struggled to cross the beck to reach the path, but finally found some stones to cross on. The tarn looked like a sea, with waves and white caps being driven against the stony shore. Once down to the tarn I started to meet lots of people – probably westers coming from Grasmere, but also day walkers I’m sure. It was still grim down at this level, with lots more water sloshing about the path, but at least I knew it would be fairly simple walking.

I got to Grisedale Hause and found four people poring over a very damp looking map. They were very wet and appeared to be lost. Pointing along the tracks down to the tarn and up to Fairfield, as if unsure which was the right way to go.

I’m never sure in these circumstances whether to offer advice, or wait to be asked. I normally say nothing, other than “hello” and probably “how are you?” – a leading question that offers them the opportunity to ask for help. This lot didn’t say anything – I might as well not have been there, so I left them to their decisions and pressed on down the path now.

Uncertain walkers at Grisedale Hause

Uncertain walkers at Grisedale Hause

The path down from Grisedale Hause

The path down from Grisedale Hause

When I’d bumped into Brian on Sunday, he’d mentioned that one of the bridges was out at the bottom of Great Tongue – I’d listened, but it had been in the back of my mind that it wouldn’t affect me as I’d be using a different descent route. His words came back to me now and I started to wonder what the right track would be. There was a lot of water in the system and a damaged bridge could be a big problem.

I needn’t have worried though, as I found a sign beside the path – which told me of the bridge outage and suggested an alternative route – it even had a little map, which showed the proposed route change – but it passed over the broken bridge. I was a bit confused – had they got the map wrong? Why would they divert you away from a broken bridge, only to divert you along a path that used it?

As I was pondering what to do, a guy arrived from the path I wanted to take. I asked him about the bridge and he said it was not a problem as there were stones you could use to cross the river and the water wasn’t high enough to cause problems. I said my thanks and pushed on down the path. The path incidentally is fantastic – it gets loads of use of course, and is well maintained. It also runs beside one of the most scenic becks in the Lakes; lovely steep sides, green and lush and roaring white waterfalls all along its length.

The path down Tongue Gill

The path down Tongue Gill

That is Tongue Gill, honest

That is Tongue Gill, honest

It was still raining – as you can see from the shot above – the lens was so wet it wouldn’t focus properly and I had nothing dry enough to clean the lens.

Looking back up the gill - it's absolutely lovely, even in this weather

Looking back up the gill – it’s absolutely lovely, even in this weather

I passed a young lad and an older woman – they coming up the path quite slowly – I’m guessing it was his Mum. He asked me how far it was to the top – I said quite a while yet. The lady was outraged! “But the man we passed before said we were nearly there”. I suggested he was lying to her, or possibly trying to help ease their burden. I estimated they had 40 minutes of climbing as I’d left the top 20 minutes before. They weren’t happy.

I passed “the man” and his companion a little further down the valley – well I say man, but both the two people were women – short cropped hair by all means, but certainly women.

I reached the bridge at the bottom of the beck and decided it was probably OK to cross if I was careful. I didn’t need to scramble down the steep muddy bank and up the other side. The tape and cross boards made it awkward, but I scooted across using edges of the base, where you could see there was no problem.

Bridge under repair, centre of photo

Bridge under repair, centre of photo

Bridge under repair, centre of photo

Bridge under repair, centre of photo

Along the path and down to Grasmere

Along the path and down to Grasmere

Beyond the bridge the rain eased off and I used the narrow lane to reach the A591 main road. I stopped in at the Travellers Rest on the way down into Grasmere. I was too early even for a B&B that prides itself on letting guests check-in at 2pm. I had a small coke and a bag of crisps and sat nursing the drink for 40 minutes, before I left and ambled slowly down to Chestnut Villa.

It’s a cracking place – I have a double bed again and great WiFi – even in my room, so I can get this blog up to date and include a few photos too. I popped into town to buy some supplies for the last few days – there’s no shop now until St. Bees (unless I stop at Honister), so I wanted some treats for the evening and some bits for lunch.

I’ve just had some food in the Swan Hotel – which was OK, but bloody expensive and I’ve managed to avoid a rain shower on the way back too!

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