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Part Two Begins!
Part 2 begins! And I must say, it felt very good to be back walking once more. Today saw three important milestones. First of all, we were to cross over England’s watershed once we had reached Nine Standards Rigg. Before this point, all the rivers run back into the Irish Sea. From this point on, all the rivers we pass will be running into the North Sea. Secondly, by the end of the day, we had reached the walk’s half way mark at the wee village of Keld! One hundred miles done, 100 to go. We were also going to pass from Cumbria into Yorkshire. Very exciting.
We left Kirby Stephen around 09:00 for a steepish climb up to the Nine Standards. These huge stone cairns have been around for at least a couple of hundred of years. No one knows exactly when or why they were built. There are different theories, one of which was to scare the Scottish into thinking that there was a huge army camped up on the hill. Do they really think the Scottish would be that dopey? Anyway….it’s at this point that your literary mind changes from thoughts of the light and airy Austen novel to those of the brooding Brontes. The Yorkshire Moors are empty, vast and today were so foggy that you could not see 5 foot in front of you. Even though we were now tackling the walk alone, it’s times like these when you are grateful to have fellow walkers. Three separate groups turned into one group of 10 as we decided to tackle the Red Route together. Safety in numbers against the fog and the bogs, so to speak. There are three routes to take from the Standards and the best one depends on the time of year. To be fair, I think they are all as boggy as each other. And they really are very boggy. It was soon realised that initial attempts of trying to jump over the boggy bits were futile as we gave up and just marched straight through, praying that we would only sink to our ankles and not our knees. The wind also thought it would join in, the freezing cold adding to our joy. :-/ To be honest though, the walk was quite fun although you really had to concentrate and focus to find the few and far between track markers. We finally reached dry ground as the skies brightened up, just in time for lunch in front of the grouse butts. This is where certain folk come in August to get their thrills by pumping lead into the birdlife. Nice.
Our first sign of civilisation since Kirby Stephen was soon in sight in the form of Ravenseat Farm. Shepherdess Amanda, who lives here with her husband and five kiddies has become somewhat of a celebrity in recent times. She has appeared on Julia Bradbury’s BBC series of The Coast To Coast Walk and is now staring in her own reality tv show about the day to day runnings of the farm. She wasn’t home when we first arrived, much to our disappointment, but as we hung around talking to other walkers and also her young son Reuben (the proud owner of a crate of hay and expert fixer of toy sit on tractors), she arrived home and tea was served. She’s as sweet as pie and it was lovely to meet her. Though if they want the business to keep coming in, perhaps taking the dead and rotting moles off the fence may help. They stink!!
Next it was just a short walk along the road to Keld where we waited for a ride to the evening’s accommodation. 14.5 miles over 7hrs was covered today. This is starting to feel way too easy!!
Dinner was at the local pub. No surprises there. We’re actually getting a little over pub meals. Having said that, we were thrilled to find an entry form for the local agricultural show. Going through the events, we thought we might enter the best bale of hay class. With £3 up for grabs as prize money, it was very tempting. I also cursed myself for not picking up a certain book I spotted in a Kirby Stephen bookshop,”The Leek Book. Growing And Showing Exhibition Leeks”. I’m sure I would have sailed through the Open Vegetable Classes with that one.
Instructions On How To Pass 10hrs In Kirby Stephen
We were picked up at 07:30 today so that we could leave the car in Richmond and return to Kirby Stephen to begin Part 2 of the Coast to Coast. Not only have we now been to Kirby Stephen twice before, but let’s be honest, there’s nothing there. So, what does one do for 10 hours waiting to be let into your B&B? We don’t know. We struggled ourselves! But this was our attempt…
Walk the high street up and down twice.
Find the sheep auction yards
Drink tea at a cafe and then work out ways you can stay longer by alternating your ordering of round two (Mum’s cup then mine 10mins later) so it doesn’t look like you’re hogging the table when they get busy)
Pick up boots that were being repaired by the old cobbler and spend 10mins talking to his dog, Shep.
Visit the outdoor shop and get some ideas from Mark the shop assistant
Go and visit the local church as suggested by Mark the shop assistant
Get to know a bit about the word Kirby (Scandinavian…..places where they built a church!) from signs in the church. Admire 8th century bits of stone also in the church
Sit in a pew and sing old school hymns that you remember (where’s Yoli when you need her to do some harmonising??!)
Get a hymn book and sing some more hymns as Mum continues doing her crossword. I’d forgotten how much fun school hymns could be!
Text Mr Marchant to get crossword answers.
Run out of hymns to sing and start on show tunes and goddess chants, ending with a bit of Pie Jesu and Phantom of the Opera.
Vist the OTHER food co-op.
Sit on a street bench and contemplate Nine Standards
Have a massage that turns into a feldenkrais session. Actually very interesting!
Have dinner at 16:00pm.
I know..…we were yawning by this stage too!
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York
With another rest day, it was of to visit York, just an hour south down the A1. No matter how many time you visit York, it never disappoints. A pleasant coincidence saw us in York on the same day as Mr Mongolia himself, Richard Dunwoody. Though today the title of Marathon Man may be more fitting as he was there to run a charity 10kms. It was great to catch up (and thank you Richard for the backpack fitting. I love it!) and we wish his back a speedy recovery. Rest Richard. You really must learn the meaning of the word. 😉
The rest of our time in York was spent wandering the streets and admiring the Minster. The Minster is just so impressive, though I think £8 to light a tealight is perhaps a little steep (cost of admission). The Shambles are still cute and the ghosts are still everywhere. Ok…so we didn’t actually see any, but surely they’re there with all those ghost walks running.
On the way back to Richmond it was time to reminisce and we decided to go off track a little and pay a visit to Yorkshire Riding Centre. Unfortunately Christopher was out and I’m sure he would have been as disappointed as us not to catch up and relive the past a bit. See you in Aus soon, Christopher!
Back to Richmond for dinner and a sleep.
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And The Winner Is……..
A couple of hours to wander around Richmond turned into an all day event. Most of the time was spent at the castle. It was built by Alan The Red in the 11th century. There really isn’t a lot left of it now, but it’s had an interesting history which includes being a military base not that long ago. It was an event day today, that event being “Swinging ’60s”. A bit strange for a medieval castle. We did run into Mr Gamesman himself, Don. Don and his wife Kathryn do talks and displays all around the country. Today the duo had old games galore. Only two Ashton women could be so aggressively competitive over a game of quoits. I’m proud to say I took out the Quoits. No problem. I think I can safely say that the skittles crown and bagatelle title were also mine for the taking. The ring board proved a tad more challenging and I unfortunately choked during match point. Aunt Sally was good to vent the frustration after the loss though. This is where you have to bash a doll off a stand with a wooden stick. Nice. Mum tried to cheat a win but, let’s face it, we were both rubbish at that one. Mum easily walked away with the shuffle board and boulles title. I wasn’t even in the running. How to kill 2.5hrs. Small things you might say but hey, we were happy.
We were next off through the winding wynds to explore the rest of the town. Prince Charles has compared the market square to Siena. Has he actually ever been to Siena?? The answer is either no or he has one amazing imagination. Yes it’s lovely, but Siena???? We visited the Georgian theatre, newly restored in 2003, and it truly was a highlight. It remains a working theatre and the tour left us disappointed that we couldn’t see a performance. It was simply charming and the most intimate little theatre imaginable. Really must come back.
I shall leave you with a lovely little verse about Richmond written by Mr M Wise in the 1800s: “Up above a castle! Down below a stream!
Up above a ruin! Down below a dream!
Man made the castle, rude, forbidding, bare.
God made the river, swift, eternal, fair.”
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Giddy up!
Today was a day of chores. Washing had to be done, massages had and cracked windscreens fixed. With all jobs done, we headed off to Richmond. We had no idea how long it would take as distance signs in Kirby Stephen are all in furlongs. Fine if you’re on a racehorse. We have enough problems with miles let alone eighth of miles! Sad as we are, we decided to take the back roads and get a feel for the next part of the walk and check out our upcoming accommodation. Why? Why not. This is desolate country and you wonder how the people who originally farmed the land coped in their cold, stone barn houses during those long, long Winters. It was bad enough today in the height of Summer..…grey and drizzly. We did find a brilliant cafe though in Thwaite. You drive through nothingness and then wonder where a place like this came from. It was positively 5 star.
It’s a bit disheartening arriving in Richmond after about an hour’s drive knowing that it’s going to take you about three days to walk. Why does it take so long?? I just can’t work it out! Richmond is a medieval market town with the ruins of a super little castle perched on the hilltop overlooking the Swale River, complete with lovely little waterfalls. Word of advice though….when someone recommends The Turf Hotel for a meal, don’t listen. Go to The Kings Arms instead. The food is better and it’s good for a laugh. After much observation, we decided that it was the place in town for either internet dating first dates or affair central. Nothing like a bit of people watching.
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Day 6 and 7
By comparison to the last few days, today was gentle, short and sweet. The views were never going to be as brilliant as the last few in The Lakes, but there were lots of sheep. And lots of cows. Sheep I can handle. Cows. Well after the run in with THAT heard in Cornwall, I have been left with a mild phobia.Ok…maybe not so mild. Therapy is imminent.
Today’s walk was “only” 12 miles and would only take us 6hrs, so we had the luxury of taking it easy and enjoy the surrounds. The first part of the trail took us to Shap. On the way we passed the ruins of Shap Abbey. The Abbey, erected in 1199, was the last built in England. It was also the last to be dissolved by Henry VIII in 1540. Shap is often the overnight stop of those who push themselves through for an uber long day from Glenridding the day before. With a supermarket and tea shop, it’s positively pumping. We stopped for a tea. Very civilised and in a way made you feel like you were cheating a tad. Next it was time to cross the M6 motorway, another piece of engineering that makes you feel like you’re not on the coast to coast, strolling through the English countryside. The rest of the day was, to be honest a little mundane compared to what we’d been used to. Lots of moors and lots of sheep, with the odd bolder left over from the times when glaciers ran through the area. We were reminded for the last time of our previous few days with Kidsty Pike in the distance and Howgill Fells flanking our passage to Orton, our overnight stop.
Orton is a delightful little village and with its own little chocolate factory, what’s not to like?! It seems to be the sort of village where Londoners come to make their sea change after making their fortune in the big smoke. There’s a bit of money about considering the size and location of the village and talking to the locals, the theme seems to be a common one. It’s definitely a place to come back to.
The following day saw us head off to Kirby Stephen and hence end part one of the walk. Even though the end is in Kirby Stephen , you can’t officially call it half way. That honour belongs to Keld, a few days down the track. Mum and I were the “official guides” on today’s leg, our leader assigning us the title to give us some practice before letting us loose on our own in Part Two. I think we did ok, although we did get in trouble for going too fast at times. But when you have the end in sight, it’s hard not to leg it a little. We passed old railway routes, pretty streams, disused lime kilms and also Severals Village. This is an archaeological site said to be the most important prehistoric site in Britain. It’s completely unexcavated though so unfortunately there’s not much to look at.
All that was left to do now was make it past a few more cows and a barn yard full of sheep before treading the pavements of Kirby Stephen. Seven days of walking and 85 miles later, it was time for a couple of days of r & r.
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Day 5
Today is known as the most difficult leg of the walk. It’s tough and it’s long….just how I like it! We had to to hike from Glenridding to Bampton Grange. There’s no warming up on this leg. Straight into it and up Boredale Hause. The views at the top of Angle Tarn are your reward. It really is a special little spot, complete with its own mini private islands. The second climb up to The Knot comes quickly, but again there is a reward. You get to experience the High Street, an old Roman road that ran north south. Why on earth did they build it up here though, was all I could think. The answer is that it was built to link the Roman forts at Ambleside and Penrith. It’s one of those paths that just draws you in with a “come hither” stare, but alas we had to turn left, not right to reach our final Lakeland summit of Kidsty Pike….the highest point on the Coast to Coast. From here it was a steep decent down to Haweswater reservoir and if your legs weren’t feeling like jelly before, they were by now!
Haweswater was once a small, unassuming lake but is now Cumbria’s largest body of water, its valley being flooded and dammed. Unfortunately it saw some villages being swallowed up by the inundation, the largest being Mardale, whose walls and building can still eerily be seen if the water level is low enough. Finally our destination of the day, Bampton Grange was happily in view, with its gorgeous little church built in 1726. Just try to stop me imagining I’m in a Jane Austen novel! It was time to say a sad farewell to The Lakes District. We were now in The Eden Valley.
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Day 4
During the last 3-4 months I’ve been wet and cold rather a lot. A little ironic considering I was remaining north to avoid the southern winter! Today was no exception. The shirt was again stripped off mid-route in favour of the fleece, but happily the weather improved as the day progressed.
Today saw a tough climb early, but it could have been tougher if the option of Helvellyn and Striding Edge was taken. I was disappointed that it wasn’t. It was a pretty enough route though, passing Grisedale Tarn and seeing “The Brother’s Parting”. This was the spot where William Wordsworth last saw his brother before he was drowned at sea. There is also an old barn en route where Wainwright once “illegally” spent the night in 1954…..Coronation Day and the day Everest was conquered. He was a little miffed that Hillary had taken that honour and not himself but alas AW, a fell is not Everest.
The five hours of walking had felt like two and soon we were over the hill and in Glenridding, pear cider in hand (after an hour’s pilates sesh, of course!!)
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Day 3
Accommodation at Rosthwaite was run by Rachel. Seventy three year old Rachel is a gem and a character. She regularly goes up the mountains to rescue people and gets around with Pip the parrot sitting on her shoulder. She had our gear all dry in about an hour. Angel. Dinner was at the very crowded pub down the street. Where did all these people come from?? The food left a little to be desired but, well, hey ho.
Today was going to be another tough one, but that’s to be expected in this part of the world. It was up and down with a final big UP to Helm Crag. The views over Ullswater, Windermere and Grasmere are worth the effort and you’d be hard pushed to find a prettier lunch stop than the one experienced today.
The other interesting thing about the coast walk is that you keep running into the same fellow walkers day after day. It’s heartening and nice to exchange stories and encourage each other along. We all made it to Grasmere at the not-to-late time of 15:00 with “only” 10 miles covered today. I actually find these “strenuous” days less taxing wit the brain more occupied, as I explained earlier. I was ready to do it again!!
Mum was in good form tonight, first of all by voicing her concern about catching chlamidia (that’s not an algae, Mum!) from the tap water! Next, whilst watching a tv programme on some Amish people and observing them making their own clothes, she wanted to know, “Haven’t they heard of China??”
It was lovely to end the day by drifting off to sleep with the view out the window of the recently conquered brooding fells.
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Day 2
We had spent the night in the little village of Ennerdale Bridge. As long as there’s a pub, there’s a village. Even if that’s all there is. And that really is all there is at Ennerdale Bridge. You can really consider this the gateway of The Lakes District, one of my favourite places in the whole of Britain, and home of some brilliant fells, crags and pikes just waiting to be climbed! Bring it on! The first part of the walk sees you skirt the whole length of Ennerdale Water and then onto views of Haystacks, one of Wainwright’s favourite fells and where his ashes were scattered. Lunch was at the very remote hostel of Black Sail. It’s bleak and lonely and we made it inside just before the rain started. But then, what’s a walk in Lakeland without some sort of precipitation, huh?! It wasn’t going to give up and so it was with gritted teeth we had to brave the steepest section of the Coast to Coast walk up Loft Beck, horizontal rain as our climbing companion. The spectacular views back to the coast were to elude us today, but the view of Honister with the slate mine’s tea rooms were welcome indeed. The elements had proved that our waterproofs weren’t quite as their name implied, and soaked to the skin and torturously cold, it was off with the shirt, on with the warm, dry fleece and a hot cup of tea teamed with a bar of chocolate dipped in…all melty, warm and gooey. Mmmmmmmm. A welcome goal reached. Oh! The joys of high Summer in England. It’s at times like these that you wonder wether a sun drenched Greek island may have been a better choice of destination. But hey..…where’s the fun in that?!?!?! So onward to Rosthwaite and the weather improved on our home run. After another challenging 14 miles in 8hrs, we felt pretty good about ourselves.
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