tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88987958456863688142024-03-13T18:25:25.841+00:00A Coast to Coast WalkFollowing Wainwright's walk across EnglandForlorn Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04634216826974491490noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898795845686368814.post-61488851695126420592017-06-29T01:00:00.000+00:002022-02-23T15:07:56.303+00:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Wainwright suggests beginning the Coast to Coast Walk in the west and proceeding east so that one generally has the prevailing wind behind you as you walk, so yesterday we had travelled west, by train, to St Bees and stayed overnight at The Manor Hotel.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Breakfast was plentiful and tasty, the forecast was good and by 9.00 am we had walked from the hotel to the beach in the company of an Australian couple. We talked to them briefly about our different itineraries (theirs included a rest day or two, ours didn't) and then obliged each other by taking photos at the start of the walk, marked by a sign above the beach.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Carole and I walked down the beach to carry out the Coast to Coast walker's tradition of dipping our boots in the sea and collecting a small pebble each to carry with us, which hopefully we would deposit on the beach at Robin Hood's Bay in 14 days time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ritual bathing completed and pebbles gathered we set off. The walk begins with a short climb up St Bees Head and then follows the coastline with some pleasantly vertiginous views down the cliffs to the sea. Being June there were lots of wildflowers including thrift and foxgloves along our path.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We soon came to recognise our fellow walkers. We had left the slower Australian couple behind and were catching up with three men, one of whom had a blue balloon printed with Happy Birthday tied to his rucksack. For ease of reference we christened them The Birthday Boys. Other walkers we chatted with as we walked around the cliff edges were a couple doing the Coast to Coast for the fifth time (The Five Timers) and a group of four men in neon pink T shirts (Gay Pride). In fact we discovered later these men were collecting for Brain Tumour Research and their eye catching T shirts advertised that fact. We made a donation and were carefully entered into their records.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This nick-naming of other walkers is a tradition of the Coast to Coast and we wondered what others might call us. "The Old Gits?" suggested Carole.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Like ourselves all these walkers had their own itineraries and rest stops and so we would lose track of some and meet others as the walk continued. At any time we estimated about 20 people were on the same daily section of trail as ourselves, these numbers being limited by the availability of accommodation. We found we would talk to people every day but usually walked alone and no-one outstayed their welcome, including, I trust, ourselves.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After 4.5 miles we turned away from the coast and passed through Sandwith to Moor Row where we paused for a photo next to a statue of a Coast to Coast walker. Next came the village of Cleator, where, having covered 7 miles, we were disappointed to find no sign of a cafe. Soon after Cleator we reached the first real climb of the day, Dent Hill.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We left him behind, still cursing his load and reached the top of Dent Hill where we found the Birthday Boys relaxing next to a cairn. We didn't stop and found the gentle descent soon became very steep indeed as it dropped over Raven Crag, and a surprise to the knees. We wondered how Big Pack Man would manage such a steep drop.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The reward at the bottom of the hill is a walk along the tranquil Nannycatch Beck after which we joined the busy road which fortunately had walkers' paths constructed in the fields alongside the road. At 3.00pm we reached a cafe at Ennerdale Bridge and finally settled down to coffee and cream scones knowing our walking day was at an end.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our accommodation for the night was at the Fox and Hounds, Ennerdale Bridge, which we discovered was a Community Pub. Like the cafe we visited earlier it had been saved for the the village by community action and although fairly basic was ideal for our needs.</span><br />
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Forlorn Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04634216826974491490noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898795845686368814.post-31678668165738524342017-06-29T00:00:00.000+00:002022-02-23T15:08:06.974+00:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We sat down to breakfast at 8.00 am in the Fox and Hounds. Bacon, egg and mushrooms were good and we were out and walking by 9.00 am.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We began with a short walk to Ennerdale Water where we decided to take the path on the south side of the lake. This involves what our guidebook describes as a steep, rocky scramble but which we thought very tame, perhaps it might be trickier in wet weather.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">... and down the other side</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ennerdale Water</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ennerdale Water was very peaceful and we saw no wildlife until we encountered a flotilla of geese with several young close to the lake head.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Walking alongside Ennerdale Water</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My eye was caught by some pink T-shirts ahead and we soon caught the Brain Tumour Fundraisers, who explained it was not their intention to do the whole of the C2C. We wondered why as they were obviously good walkers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We also met Agnes, a Canadian girl walking alone and an American couple who we would meet off and on until Keld, when their rest day would permanently drop them out of our C2C.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After the lake there is an easy walk, ascending very gradually at first through fields and then on a forest path until Black Sail Hut is reached. This is described in our book as 'romantic' and it certainly is in a lovely setting.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We arrived at the hut to find lots of walkers had congregated there including the Birthday Boys and the Aussies. Not knowing for certain whether we would find refreshments here we had brought our own flasks of hot water to make coffee, ate apples and trail bars and enjoyed a pleasant break chatting to The Aussies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Most of the cloud cleared from the sky as we sallied forth from Black Sail Hut for the climb up the side of Loft Beck. As we climbed we met The Geordies, a Newcastle couple who were doing the C2C for the second time. They were on a similar schedule to us and we would see them throughout the trek. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This was quite a tough, steep climb but satisfying to complete. At the top a series of cairns disappear into the distance and there are views back to Ennerdale Water.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Climbing Loft Beck, approaching The Geordies</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">That was the day's climbing done and as we continued we had a beautiful view of the Buttermere Valley. We were also pleased to spot the drumlins that Wainwright mentions, as we walked to join the Honister Pass road which is reached by a rapid descent down a stony path.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As we approached this descent we met Big Pack Man who we had last seen struggling on Dent Hill. He told about the cull he had carried out on his kit and said that he was looking forward to staying in luxury at Seatoller that evening, instead of being under canvas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We soon reached Honister Hause, which is a revived slate mine with a visitor centre and cafe, and was very busy with a packed car park, as it was a Sunday afternoon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We bought coffee and cake (no scones left) from the weary looking staff and went to sit in the sun to enjoy it. Afterwards we looked round the visitor centre and were tempted by the slate C2C beer mats but at £5 each and the (almost certain) possibility of me dropping them we decided to leave them for another time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After this we continued with our walk to Rosthwaite via a lovely route beside Stonethwaite Beck, calling at the Scafell pub for a couple of pints in the sun before checking in to the Royal Oak situated just next door. Here we had good accommodation and the best food of the trek so far.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Day 3 Rosthwaite to Grasmere</span></h2>
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7.3 miles Torrential rain</h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Even though there is 2000 feet of climbing in today's walk, we'd been thinking that it would be a 'walk in the park' as it's a much shorter distance. We had shrugged off the weather forecast and yellow warnings of rain forgetting how the Lakes can turn into a vista of water chutes in bad weather. </span><span style="font-size: large;">Today would be the start of a period of the worst June weather for years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The day began lazily for us, we left at 10.15am already togged up in waterproofs. Initially the walk is flat along Stonethwaite Beck then it begins to climb slowly up Greenup Gill. The rain was coming down in sheets and by now there were many deep puddles and flooding around some of the gates. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Carole wonders how she will keep her feet dry</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The aim was to ascend a stony and steep gully toward Lining Crag, but in fact we were often walking over rocks running with water and found ourselves crossing treacherous torrents of water that should not have been there. We later read that the dry months prior to our walk had left the ground baked hard. Today's heavy rain couldn't immediately sink into the ground and simply poured down the slopes leading to today's unusual fell forecast, 'all streams in spate'.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Having got up the first section we looked through the mist to see a figure sheltering under an overhanging rock, looking down at us. It was Big Pack Man, who we now know is called Keiran. He joined us and the three of us made our way slowly onward and upward, constantly diverting up or down stream to find crossing places.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Eventually we made it to the top where Wainwright warns that at this point walkers must avoid The Wythburn Trap, where one mistakenly descends to the wrong valley, so we took great care with our navigation in the poor visibility. We came to some very boggy ground and the rain continued to lash down but ahead we could see an iron stanchion that Wainwright mentions, a useful indicator.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">AW cheerfully skirts over the last 3.5 miles of the walk, 'descend into Far Easdale on a path that soon becomes distinct..... to Grasmere in 3.5 miles.' Sounds simple but that is in good weather and we found ourselves criss-crossing branches of Easdale Beck, fording streams that were quite wide and deep. Carole and I had walked this same path in snow last November but the conditions were nothing like as bad as today's. Eventually we came to a stretch of water where we could find no safe place to cross, upstream or downstream and there was nothing for it but to jump.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I went first and landed on firm ground before slowly slipping back into the stream up to my knees. Keiran jumped next and Carole third, both making it. We were safely across but I was to discover later that my jump had caused more damage than I realised.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The rest of the descent just needed a bit of care. We met The Aussies who told us they had started early. They told us how the C2C was marketed as a 'gentle walk across England' in Australia, they thought this was ridiculous, they had never experienced such hard walking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A little further and we came upon another Australian foursome who had started early, a husband, wife, their son and his girlfriend. They had told us in the pub last night that they were going to do the full walk from Rosthwaite to Patterdale today, yet here they were, at 2.30pm standing on Grasmere Common eating their sandwiches in the pouring rain. They said they had given up hope of walking beyond Grasmere and would get a taxi to Patterdale where their luggage was waiting for them. We carried on and didn't see them again as this would put them a day ahead of us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We were glad to arrive at Glenthorne, our accommodation for the night. It had taken us over 5 hours to walk 7 miles and the appalling conditions had made our 'easy' day far tougher than the two preceding days.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Further down Easdale we look for a crossing point, give up and wade over</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Glenthorne is a Quaker Hostel and we were told we were invited back to the main building for tea and cake at 4.30 pm. This was most welcome but turned out to be a strange affair with people (Quakers?) sitting around the perimeter of a room in silence. Glenthorne does, however, have a drying room which we quickly commandeered.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We walked into Grasmere for our dinner, it was still raining, and met the Five Timers in the pub. They told us glumly that they had never experienced weather like this on their other C2C walks and had also ended up to the knees at the same point as ourselves. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As we walked back to Glenthorne I felt an ominous pain in my right heel and a weather check showed the yellow warning of heavy rain had been extended for another 36 hours.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We went to bed in a pensive mood....</span><br />
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Forlorn Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04634216826974491490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898795845686368814.post-3021325760310995162017-06-28T22:00:00.000+00:002018-05-16T12:41:23.587+01:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Day 4 Grasmere to Patterdale</span></h2>
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7.8 miles Heavy Rain</h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I got out of bed to feel an ache around the offside of my ankle bone, almost certainly the result of my heroic leap across the stream yesterday, and limped down to breakfast feeling apprehensive.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Breakfast at Glenthorne was a social event where we sat together with others at large tables and made small talk. It was, however, an uneasy affair for Carole and I as we knew that any pain felt now would likely be much worse on the trail. Was this the end of our Coast to Coast?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We booted up and set off, it was no use, my ankle felt very tight and sore. I talked glumly about getting a bus home but Carole insisted we give it a day and see how I felt tomorrow. This was only 7 miles out of 190 and we have walked it several times before and could return and walk it again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We could have traveled with the luggage but decided to fill our day by getting a bus to Windermere, where we could spend an hour or two, then another bus to Patterdale and this is what we did.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We arrived at the White Lion to find the Birthday Boys, the Aussies and the Five Timers in the bar. We joined them and confessed our omission and listened to their adventures with envy. They told us that Big Pack Man Keiran had fallen and cut his arm on yesterday's walk. This must have been later in the day after we had gone on ahead. Also yesterday, an American walker had successfully negotiated the days walk across Easdale only to slip off a kerb and break his ankle as he entered Grasmere. How infuriating for him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We spent a quiet evening, worrying about what the next day might bring, at least the weather forecast was better, promising a 24 hour interlude before the next rain arrived.</span><br />
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Forlorn Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04634216826974491490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898795845686368814.post-37504216633840461612017-06-28T21:00:00.000+00:002019-01-02T18:47:41.929+00:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Day 5 Patterdale to Bampton Grange</span></h2>
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12.2 miles Fine but windy</h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Breakfast was tasty at the White Lion and we stepped out to find the weather wild and windy but with some promising blue patches in the sky.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The ache under my ankle bone seemed to have moved to the back of my heel and although it felt tight I felt sure I would manage to get to Bampton Grange.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We stopped at the village store to buy fruit and postcards then went along the road before turning to the little hamlet of Rooking, where we saw a quaint cottage with the name 'Wordsworth Cottage', where the famous poet had once lived.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We moved on to the open fell where the climb was gradual, looking down on Brothers Water, but soon became steeper as we headed towards High Street. Our first point of note was Angle Tarn, looking very pretty when the sun came out and then when we reached Satura Crag we caught our first glimpse of Hayeswater (not to be confused with Haweswater) below to our right.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking back to Patterdale</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Carole looks very businesslike this morning</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">High Street was only temporarily our destination and we turned away from it to our clear objective, the climb to Kidsty Pike, the highest point of the Coast to Coast Walk. On reaching the Pike we found the wind so strong we were wary of getting close to the rocky edge for fear of being made unsteady in the gale.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our path runs ahead to the top of Kidsty Pike</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Angle Tarn comes into view</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Soon after we began our steep descent to Haweswater, the sun feeling warmer as dropped down at a satisfying rate, at first over rocky ground and then onto steep grassy slopes. The view was stunning, a great expanse of blue water with greenery all around. As we approached the lake two deer bounded away along the dry stone wall towards a copse.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Starting the climb to Kidsty Pike</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There were several walkers sitting by the lake and we sat nearby an American couple who we would see over the next few days (until our itineraries diverged at Richmond) while enjoying coffee from our flasks.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We reach Kidsty Pike and are nearly blown off!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Approaching the steep descent to Haweswater</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We are sheltered from the wind as we descend</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The view from the tumble down section of wall where we sat, looking out across the lake, was truly lovely.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'Sometimes I sits and thinks and sometimes I just sits'</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We now had an undulating path of nearly 4 miles, following the lake edge which because of its unchanging panorama seemed to take forever. Finally we reached the dam wall and passed the former dam builders' cottages of Burnbanks before turning away from the Coast to Coast path to follow the road to Bampton Grange and our accommodation for the night, the village store and tea shop and post office. However, it fulfills all these roles on a part time basis and no-one was at home. Instructions had been left as to how to access our rooms and it was good to relax. I rubbed cream into my heel, which was now </span><span style="font-size: large;">feeling better</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">than when we started out this morning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our options for dinner were limited to the village pub, The Crown and Mitre, but we found it had a sign on the door saying 'Closed for World Environment Day.' We laughed and reported the fact to our host, now returned to the shop. He told us that the pub was no longer reliable and recently some C2C walkers had only been able to eat crisps for dinner. We were determined to avoid that fate and with his assistance telephoned the Punchbowl Inn at Askham to book a table, and then arranged a taxi, a service run by a lady who lived over the road. In the end we shared this taxi with three Aussie walkers also staying at the Store and had an excellent meal, although the additional cost had made it an expensive evening.</span><br />
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13.8 miles Torrential rain</h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We left Bampton Grange to rejoin the Coast to Coast Path near Rosgill. As we walked along the road we startled a hare which ran off, staying on the road in front of us until it disappeared over a hill in the distance.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Soon we left the road and entered fields, passing the ruined Shap Abbey, with some distance still to walk before reaching the village of Shap. On arrival we were very pleased to find the Abbey Teashop, somewhat detached from its namesake. We were dripping wet and muddy and very grateful to the staff for making us welcome. We ordered large coffees and scones, which we hoped would keep us going until Orton.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Back on the road the appalling weather had taken a turn for the worse. It was like walking inside a wind tunnel while hosepipes were trained on you. Our waterproofs gave up the ghost and I felt water running on the inside of my leggings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We turned off the High Street and crossed a footbridge over the Trans-Pennine railway line, then made our way over fields to cross the M6, again by means of a footbridge. We were blasted by the wind as we crossed the road and were grateful not to be on a Lakeland mountain!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Unfortunately the easterly wind was against us all day, making the long moorland crossing pretty challenging. I kept my camera as secure as possible in its bag and took very few photographs, disappointed not to be able to photograph the best of the limestone pavements with their almost coral-like structure. Carole was fascinated by the tiny ferns and plants growing within their crevices.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our boots were full of water and it was hard to be cheerful but we came to a fence where a pair of extremely white Y-fronts had been tacked up, bearing the legend C 2 C, which really made us laugh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After several miles we reached a road, crossed more fields and briefly found ourselves on the B6260 before taking a field track again which led us into Orton. We passed the chocolate factory and went to the local cafe for a late lunch, then to the pub to book a table for dinner. In the pub we were delighted to see the Fundraisers. They were astonished to hear we had come over the top, which they had decided wasn't safe in this weather. They had walked the whole stage by road. After swapping horror stories we left them at the pub and our paths never crossed again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We found our B&B, Chestnut Garth, where after a bluff welcome (who can blame them?) we were given newspaper to stuff in our boots and the use of an airing cupboard to dry our gear.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Breakfast at Chestnut Garth was very nice and taken in the conservatory. Our boots were more or less dry and we were soon on our way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was nice to be walking with dry feet, no rain and less in the way of marshy ground. We began with road walking then joined wide green paths across fields and Ravenstonedale Moor.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This was a relatively easy day although our legs were tired from yesterday, but it became a lovely walk when we came to Smardale Bridge where the sun was shining and the views were terrific.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After Ravenstonedale Moor we followed a stone wall for a couple of miles, eventually finding a sheltered spot overlooking Begin Hill where we settled down to our coffee, waving to The Aussies as they passed by. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Moving on, a steep descent took us to a disused railway line, then across Scandal Beck at the picturesque Smardale Bridge. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We then walked up onto Smardale Fell where there was an excellent view of Smardale Viaduct in the distance. The walk from here to Kirkby Stephen was straightforward until we misread a sign at Greenriggs Farm. Doubling back to correct ourselves we met a man in his 30s, walking fast and heading in the same direction as ourselves. We walked with him for a few minutes and he told us he was doing the C2C in 10 days, having walked 19 miles from Shap today and arriving with ourselves before 3pm. He soon left us behind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We walked in to Kirkby Stephen and found a nice welcome at Fletcher House. The Aussies arrived shortly after us and we were treated to coffee and cake by our hostess. Then we wandered up the road to the Black Bull with the Aussies and indulged in</span><span style="font-size: large;"> a couple of pints. We booked dinner at the Black Bull for 7 pm but the Aussies said they would stay and eat so they could have a very early night.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We enjoyed our fish dinner at the Black Bull. Kirkby Stephen was full of members of the travelling community as nearby Appleby Horse Fair was in full swing. As we ate we watched sukies being driven up the high street and travelers sat outside the pub drinking and talking raucously. There was a great atmosphere about the place.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The forecast was dire for tomorrow with more heavy rain and wind which made us worry about crossing the Pennines by the Nine Standards route which is notorious for bad visibility and boggy ground. We mentioned this to our host and she told us that paving had been laid over the worst area of the bog aided by a crowd funding scheme, and this had been recently opened. We cheered up at this, perhaps we would take the Red Route over the top after all!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We slept well at Fletcher House and after a good breakfast we donned our wet weather gear (again!) and walked out into the rain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We crossed Frank's Bridge in Kirby Stephen and passed through the pretty hamlet of Hartley. Such picturesque places but rain so heavy I was unsure whether to risk using even my phone's camera. Drat!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today's walk takes us over the Pennine watershed of Nine Standards Rigg and into the Yorkshire Dales. Because of erosion and taking into account conditions, both weather and underfoot, the route over the Nine Standards has been divided into three seasonal options. The Red Route, being Wainwright's original walk by the Nine Standards to be used between May and July; the Blue Route via Whitsundale between August and September and the Green Route along the Nateby to Keld road between December and April, or any other time when the weather is bad. Talk of intentions at breakfast in Fletcher House was divided, with the Aussies and ourselves going for the Red Route and the Americans being more cautious because of the weather forecast and opting for the Green.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After Hartley there is a very long lead into the climb proper, first on a farm track past a large quarry and then on rougher, stony ground.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As we gained height we had glimpses of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nine_Standards_Rigg" target="_blank">Nine Standards</a>, which are large cairns that can be seen from many miles away and look a bit like giant skittles. Cloud moved in and obscured them and the wind would blow it away again. The conditions were pretty awful, very wet and wild, and we decided that if visibility was very poor when we reached the Nine Standards we would backtrack and join the Green Route.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Some distance behind us walked an Australian couple from Brisbane in red waterproofs and behind them, the Aussies. Eventually we were pleased to reach the Nine Standards, which close up were weird impressive structures, solid in the mists. We stopped for a while and were joined by the Aussies, the Red Brisbanes and the American couple we had chatted to at Haweswater on Day 5. Suddenly Carole decided she had seen enough of the Nine Standards and set off on the Red Route, soon followed by myself and the rest of the gang who seemed happy to join someone who apparently knew where she was going. Hmm! Oh well, she did seem confident, perhaps because she was using the straightforward 'A Coast to Coast Route Guide' by Tony Grogan, which has excellent maps.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The areas of quagmire became larger and more frequent and we were pleased to reach the new crowd funded paving at the head of Backstone Beck. This took us across boggy areas that would have been almost impassible in today's conditions. Unfortunately the paving came to an end and it was often necessary to divert around black bog, testing the ground ahead of us and very often sinking nearly to the knee.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After half an hour of this we all had wet feet. One of the Red Brisbanes went full length into the bog, rolled on his back and lay there laughing like a drain. What else could he do?! Carole stumbled and her arm sank to the shoulder into the bog. She said she was surprised that it felt lovely, so soft, spongy and warm compared to her chilly fingers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Once we had passed the worst of the boggy ground we continued on alone. One of the nice things about the Coast to Coast Walk is that one meets and walks with people for a while but everyone walks at their own pace and it is not considered unfriendly or rude to just stop for a coffee, or walk off more quickly if that's what one feels like doing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Up until this point we had the wind and rain in our faces and it was helpful when our path rejoined the Green Route at Little Gill and we had the wind on our backs at last.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We carried on through the rain, listening to the haunting cries of curlews and heading for Ravenseat, home of the Yorkshire Shepherdess. Carole had recently read her book about her life on the farm and was keen to see it and even more keen to try a cream tea there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After some tricky stream crossing (wet feet again) we had Ravenseat within our sights and were appalled to see a 'Cafe Closed' sign propped up against the gate. As the rain lashed down I wailed about the injustices being heaped upon me but in the end we decided to go into the farm to see if we could find a barn to shelter in to drink our own coffee. Miraculously we came to such a barn and there we saw a group of hikers packing up to leave and on the table in front of them were mugs and plates. They said they had asked at the farm and so Carole and I decided to try our luck and went to knock at the farmhouse where the surprisingly attractive shepherdess, <a href="https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=amanda+owen+shepherdess&num=20&safe=off&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiG1LaXgt7UAhXHKMAKHa7rCtoQsAQIZA&biw=1280&bih=894" target="_blank">Amanda Owen</a>, answered the door; piles of her books were handily available for purchase placed on a shelf to the side. I asked if there was any chance of a coffee and she smiled and said of course there was, and would we like cream scones too? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We returned to the now empty barn and the cream scones were brought to us by her eldest daughter and were delicious.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Leaving was difficult but we had become chilled and it was best to get moving again. As we walked away from the farm we saw a sudden movement in the grass, lightning fast and after several minutes chasing around on the sodden hillside we found a shrew curled up in a nest attempting to hide. It was fascinating to see this tiny animal so closely.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The views from this point on are fantastic, with the swollen Whitsundale Beck racing along below us and pouring over a waterfall to crash down into the ravine below. Soon we reached the River Swale and followed it to join the road near Keld. As we approached the village we passed the Wainwath Force waterfall, which was thundering with a cascade of mud and water, quite alarming to behold.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We were dreadful sights when we arrived at Butt House, sodden and filthy from our bog encounters, but our welcome was one of the nicest we've had. We stepped into a warm drying room where our host organised us as we took off our wet gear and hung it up. There was even a special device to dry boots. No two hikers could have been happier as we went up to our warm room carrying pints of Black Sheep ale, extra biscuits and a menu to choose our evening meal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dinner was good at Butt House and eight of us sat around a large oval table; the Aussies, the American couple and ourselves being C2C walkers and a lone American and English guy, both of whom were doing the Pennine Way. Dinner was a salad starter, then lamb and lentil tagine with apricot and lime couscous followed by bread and butter pudding. Plenty of beer and lively and interesting conversation made a perfect end to a long day.</span><br />
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12 miles (via Muker) Cool and dry</h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Keld is the half way point of the Coast to Coast Walk, and Wainwright offers two routes from here to Reeth: the Royal Road which follows a gentle low level riverside way, adding about a mile if a diversion to Muker is included, or his preferred route over the moors, which passes by relics of the old lead mining industry. We decided to take the former because we were not particularly interested in the disused lead mines and also because our legs were feeling tired after yesterday's very energetic Pennine crossing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After breakfast we waved cheerio to the Aussies and wouldn't see them again as they were heading for a rest day at Richmond and would drop out of our walk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We began by walking down to the river to see a couple of Keld's seven waterfalls. They were still is spate with muddy water gushing downstream and we found the path high up alongside the river was slippery with mud making the enterprise a little dangerous this morning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We resumed the walk proper and found it to be quite pleasant, following the river nearly all the way to Reeth, however on the debit side Carole was feeling bloody minded, her feet were tired from yesterday and although the walk was relatively easy she was full of hell (her description, not mine!).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We stopped off at Muker after only about 3 miles and although the village is not actually on the Coast to Coast and involves a half mile diversion each way after crossing the Swale, this diversion was worth doing as we walked through the most beautiful wild flower meadows we have ever seen. Perhaps the recent heavy rain had brought them to their best? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We walked round the village and found ourselves in a tea room where we enjoyed another cream scone and coffee, before heading off along the river to reach Gunnerside in another couple of miles where we shamefully stopped again and went to another tea room, this time sharing a tea cake and a slice of tea loaf together with a huge pot of tea.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We wandered on along the river, watching sand martins swooping in and out of their nests inside holes in the river bank. Along this stretch we also saw thrushes, dippers, rabbits and the usual picture-postcard lambs. One interesting section involved walking along the top of a narrow paved flood defence wall, with the river down to one side and the fields about 10 feet below us on the other. As there was a strong wind blowing to the side it was a strange feeling and required concentration.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was Sunday and there were lots of weekend walkers about but other than meeting the American Couple at Muker Tea Rooms we saw none of our C2C companions, perhaps they were taking the lead mine route?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Arriving at the Buck at Reeth we enjoyed a couple of pints of Timothy Taylor Boltmaker before booking a window table for dinner and being shown to our room.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Forlorn Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04634216826974491490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898795845686368814.post-6557542097375275062017-06-28T16:00:00.000+00:002017-06-30T13:18:29.787+00:00<br />
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14 miles Fair and improving</h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This was a lovely walk with more variety than yesterday's. Our tired legs had improved and Carole said hers no longer felt as if they could bend through 360 degrees in any direction!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Must be tough here on a Friday night!</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was damp when we started walking at 9.30am, but was to steadily improve as the day went on. W</span><span style="font-size: large;">e walked out of Reeth on a pretty riverside path then returned to the road. We passed Marrick Priory, now an outdoor centre and paused at their tables to remove our waterproof leggings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Straight after leaving the old priory we climbed sharply through woods on an ancient flagged path known as 'the Nunnery Steps', and this was easier than climbing on wet mud.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Marrick Priory, let's get these waterproofs off!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Strong smell of aniseed from Sweet Cicely</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We entered fields for the next couple of miles, crossing numerous stiles before descending to a road and following it steeply down to Marske. We had been walking for about 6 miles by this time and I was pleased to see a sign at the Church of St Edmunds in Marske, advertising refreshments.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We walked up to the church and looked round before purchasing a couple of Snickers Bars and sitting on a bench to enjoy a coffee from our flasks.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A sign put up by a friendly farmer</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The friendly Church of St Edmunds</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We walked out of Marske following the road and soon after turned off at a C2C sign to climb steeply to a white cairn with Applegarth Scar, which we had been eyeing for quite a while, towering behind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We followed the path through Whitecliffe Wood where we paused to scan the trees after hearing a tapping sound, not drilling like a woodpecker. Eventually I saw the bird responsible tapping at a branch, it was small with a black cap and an amber chest and we now know it to be a nuthatch.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">An easy road led us down into Richmond where a kind gentleman took us on the scenic route through fine Georgian houses into the town centre. Here we found a nice tea room and settled down to tea and scones, our fuel of choice.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Refreshed, we crossed Richmond Bridge and went round the rear of the old railway station, now a centre with cafe and cinema, to pick up a cycle track. We left this and passed the sewage works, no smell at all, through woods, then fields and now very happy walkers in the sunshine. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We spotted our accommodation for the night at St Giles Farm and were charmed by a piece of slate with a message welcoming The Fosters and a glossy black labrador bringing an old shoe as a present. We were settled on a comfy sofa with tea and cakes and told the plans for dinner, which sounded lovely - and was!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We had asked for an early breakfast at St Giles Farm and left at 8.30am after saying our fond farewells to Henry the labrador, who had laid under the table at our feet whilst we ate dinner last night.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We had a long walk ahead of us today but conditions couldn't have been better and we set off in mild, windless weather, but almost immediately had to cope with a couple of diversions caused by work taking place on the A1. We photographed the notice giving details of our diversion but we needn't have worried as a succession of farmers, tradesmen and construction workers shouted directions to us whenever we paused for a second to check our route. They must be very used to Coast to Coasters getting lost here!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Take a photo to to help remember the diversion</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">These really are major works and there is a temporary bridge over the A1 with hoardings explaining the archaeological finds that have been made which we couldn't resist reading in detail.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The route then took us along the sides of fields, through enclosed paths and on tarmac for short periods and was largely flat and uninteresting. Some farmers had made an effort to keep paths clear, others less friendly to walkers, had not. Crops, like rape which had gone to seed, fell heavily across the narrow paths and the spurt of growth following the recent rain made some paths less obvious and care was needed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We made two stops over the the day. The first, after only a couple of hours was at Kiplin Hall, once a hunting lodge of James I. Here we were given a large cafetiere of coffee and tasted the second best scone of our C2C walk, the best being at Ravenseat Farm. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our second stop was to perch on rectangular hay bales to eat our trail bars and drink our own coffee at around 2.30pm, just as the Cleveland Hills came into view for the first time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We saw very few walkers and the last couple of miles were hard as we were starting to tire. We reached the A19 dual carriageway at 4.45pm and here had to make a scary run across the road in rush hour traffic. We waited until there was a good gap but still got honked at by motorists who are shocked to see walkers crossing here. As there are about 8000 - 10000 Coast to Coast walkers crossing at this point every year it would be nice if an underpass or bridge could be constructed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We passed through Ingleby Arncliffe and then Ingleby Cross where the Bluebell pub was our stop for the night. We approached the pub looking forward to a well earned pint and were pleased to see Keiran, AKA Big Pack Man, sitting at a table outside. We swapped adventures; he had missed out Keld but had walked shorter days from Richmond to Danby Wiske and then Danby Wiske to Ingleby Cross, thus rejoining our schedule.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We got our beer and chatted to the landlord who told us that C2C walkers provided a steady source of income for the pub for 8 months of the year. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Conversation over dinner was mainly about walking and we discovered that we now have new trail companions, having left behind the Americans and Australians we have been walking with, as they all took rest days at Richmond. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our guide book warned us that there is over 1000 metres of ascent today and that we would be tired by the end of the 12 miles. It was right!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The first five miles to Scugdale passed very pleasantly. The weather seemed to have turned in our favour and it was sunny with very little wind. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Leaving Ingleby Cross we crossed the A172 and climbed towards Arncliffe Woods pausing to purchase flapjacks by the roadside. We passed a few of these little stalls on the Coast to Coast Walk and let's face it, if you have up to 10,000 hungry hikers walking past your front door every year you have a good market for food and drink.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We passed a radio transmission station and noted the boulder marked LWW (Lyke Wake Walk) dedicated to Bill Cowley, who devised the walk. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Superb views from Beacon Hill above Arncliffe Wood</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After crossing Scugdale Beck we decided it was time for coffee and found a bench to sit on; the flapjack was delicious.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A steep climb from Scugdale took us to a long flagged path across the moor, reaching a large cairn at its highest point. The views were outstandingly lovely in today's sun: Carlton Moor with its long flat top and the instantly recognisable peak of Roseberry Topping in the distance. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We walked along the escarpment edge admiring the patchwork pattern of fields and the distant urban landscape. The path passes the site where a former gliding club had its base and then descends quite steeply to pass alongside the Lords Stone Cafe. Here we saw several of our C2C walkers among the visitors, taking the sun and scones and we decided to do the same, spending an enjoyable half hour before tackling the climb to Cringle Moor and the Falconer's Seat viewpoint.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cream tea at Lords Stone Cafe</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Carole reaches Falconer's Seat</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Living in the area as we do, the remainder of this walk is very familiar to us, but continues to be testing with its climbs and descents to reach the large tumbled blocks of stone that are the Wainstones. Here we found the Geordies and Keiran sitting in the sun on top of the Wainstones. They seem to have really hit it off and from this point to Robin Hood's Bay became an inseparable team.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We had been instructed to ring our B & B from here as there is a phone signal, a rare thing on these moors. We were told to continue to the car park at Clay Bank where we would find a car waiting for us. This worked exactly as promised and we were transported the 3.5 miles to Westcote Farm where we would stay the night. We were told that a third C2C guest was expected and this turned out to be Brian, who we had last seen and chatted to briefly when climbing Boredale Hause outside Patterdale, and whose itinerary would now mirror ours until the end of the walk. I am pleased to be doing this walk at 70 but Brian is 77 and today, rather than ring for a lift, had walked the extra 3.5 miles to the farm from Clay Bank, making it a tough 15.5 mile day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our host gave the three of us a lift to the Buck Inn at Chop Gate for dinner where we met another couple of C2C walkers and their border terriers Eric and Pip, and we chatted about the walk so far over our pints. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After breakfast the three of us piled into our host's car for a lift to Clay Bank, slowing just past the farm gate to watch a pair of stoats fighting/mating/playing, who knows which, but it was a nice start to the day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Setting off from the car park we joined a few other C2C walkers spread out over the climb to Urra Moor. Most had been staying in Great Broughton and like us had been transported back to Clay Bank by their respective hosts. Ahead we saw the Geordies and Keiran, making slow progress uphill. They told us they were suffering from terrible hangovers as a result of last night spent in the fleshpots of Great Broughton.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking back and the Geordies and Keiran are taking it slow on the climb to Urra Moor</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This was the first and last real climb of today's easier walk and reaching the top we strolled along enjoying the mass of different colours of the moorland grasses, ferns and heathers with occasional splashes of white bog cotton flowers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There are a lot of standing stones on the moors here, some erected by ancient man and some which were boundary stones in the middle ages. We paused to examine the 'Hand Stone' with its crude hand carved on front and back, and the Face Stone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fairly soon the path followed the track of the old Rosedale Ironstone Railway and this is level, easy walking with the embankments avoiding the need to negotiate boggy moor. Attractive views of Farndale and Westerdale break up the monotony of the moor.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Lion Inn eventually came into sight across the moor. A surprisingly large building, which is also accessible by road, it is 400 years old and must have seen a lot of changes. We were glad to arrive and enjoyed a pint of Wainwright and a sandwich before booking in to our room for the evening.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We had a family room at The Lion, which looked out onto Cockpit Hill, an ancient tumulus which had been dug out centuries ago to make a cock-fighting pit. It was a comfortable room and we soaked ourselves in the bath to ease aching muscles. Later, at dinner, we were sat at adjacent tables to the American couple we had seen on the moor and an Australian couple who we would see repeatedly over the last couple of days. These Aussies were doing the C2C over 17 days, taking three rest days. All were pleased to have overcome the majority of the walk and were enjoying plenty to eat and drink and were amusing company.</span><br />
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13 miles Fair and windy</h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We found food at the Lion Inn at Blakey comes in big portions. Last night Carole ordered lamb chops for dinner and was amazed to be given five full size chops, a bowl with about a dozen new potatoes and enough vegetables for a family of four. At breakfast she attempted to order a small portion of kippers but the waitress laughed and said to just leave what you don't want. In the event she was served two full kippers which I guess was the chef's idea of a small portion. The food was good, however, and we were well fortified for the day's walk when we left the pub to cloudy skies and a brisk wind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We joined a strung out group of fellow walkers on the road, which we followed until we reached the junction near </span><span style="font-size: large;">a standing stone called </span><span style="font-size: large;">Young Ralph Cross. Here we turned onto a waymarked bridleway and soon reached White Cross, another standing stone painted white and nicknamed Fat Betty. Behind the stone people had left packets of biscuits and coins in the old tradition of providing for needy travellers. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We were soon on a shooter's track, passing a stone building used by the shooters, called Trough House, and from this point we had our first sight of the North sea on the horizon. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The weather was steadily improving as the day passed and walking round the head of Great Fryup Dale we had a lovely sunlit view of the dale. Good paths made our walking quick and easy and we left our track to join a bigger track, known as the Old Whitby Road which provided a steady descent with the valley of Glaisdale to the right hand side.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Eventually our road became a tarmac lane that led into the village of Glaisdale and then a mile further along the road, to Glaisdale Station and the Arncliffe Arms where we stopped for coffee and cream scones. At the next table sat the Aussies from last night's dinner in the Lion and we all laughed about the size of the lamb chop dinners, which they had also chosen. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Passing by the station we took our guide book's advice to look under the arches to see Beggar's Bridge, an ancient pack-horse crossing with a romantic story attached to it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After Beggar's Bridge we followed the sign for Egton Bridge and crossed a footbridge to enter woods. We now had an uphill climb on an old pack-horse trail, many sections of which are paved, leading steadily through the woods to the approach, made finally by road, to the village of Egton Bridge.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We crossed the river at Egton Bridge by stepping stones and soon joined an old toll road which leads through Egton Manor Estate. This is a pleasure to walk along with verges full of all sorts of wildflowers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We were alerted to our proximity to Grosmont by the sound of a steam train whistle. The Esk Valley Railway between Middlesbrough and Whitby and the North Yorks Moors Railway to Pickering meet at a junction in the village.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We walked into Grosmont and sat outside the Station Tavern with the Geordies and Keiran who were already taking refreshment, and watched steam trains crossing the main road while we enjoyed a refreshing pint</span>.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">At this point we were most amused by a local couple who walked past our tables to take one of their own, apologising to everyone as they did so. "I'm very sorry, sorry about the dog, I'm so sorry," again and again. They had a black terrier (who we would soon know to be Buster) who, once they had sat down, started barking non stop for no apparent reason. The couple had probably long since realised there was no point in trying to quieten him and just kept looking round and apologising on his behalf. We probably found this funnier because we were leaving, I don't think we could have put up with Buster for long.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">From here things did not go to plan. We walked round to our accommodation for the night where the lady proprietor said she had no record of our booking. We rang Brigantes who were not pleased, telling us that they had paid for our accommodation three weeks ago and provided a check list of all Brigantes' future bookings. When we told the lady proprietor this she said that it was probably her fault as she had trouble coping with 'all the admin,' however she couldn't help as she was fully booked. Because of this Brigantes now had to find us accommodation on this busy Coast to Coast route on a Friday night. Eventually they managed to get us another family room back at the Lion at Blakey, but only because there had been a cancellation. We felt Brigantes were let down by their agent in Grosmont and then worked hard to find us an alternative with the least inconvenience to ourselves. Well done Brigantes!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The journey back to the Lion at Blakey was an hour's drive by taxi and would necessitate travelling back </span><span style="font-size: large;">to Grosmont </span><span style="font-size: large;">in the morning for our last day's walk to Robin Hood's Bay.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Two English C2C walkers came down for breakfast at the Lion at Blakey in a very poor state. They could hardly walk and were obviously suffering from blisters on their feet. They sat at the next table and said how they were worried about the amount of tarmac they would have on their penultimate walk, to Grosmont. It made us realise how fortunate we had been to do the whole walk with not a blister between us and now that my heel was pain free, we both felt fit and strong for our last day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was a strange feeling to think that this would be the last time we would set off on our Coast to Coast Walk and we realised we had cheerfully settled into a routine of sleeping, walking, eating and drinking, with not a worry or care about anything else. In some ways it would be hard to return to normal life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our taxi was late and we sat outside the Lion watching small groups of walkers sorting out their gear and leaving to begin their penultimate day. The weather had finally come good and our last day promised to be a hot one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The taxi arrived at 9.30am having been delayed by an overturned tractor and we were returned to Grosmont for 10.30 am to start walking from the point we stopped at yesterday. This meant an immediate steep climb up the road out of Grosmont, eventually reaching open moorland where we had a distant view of Whitby.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There was no sign of any walkers but we were late starters today, however this changed when we saw the familiar figure of Brian moving across the moor ahead of us. We had to cross the busy A169 and then walk for a while on its uneven grass verge until we saw a track leaving the road on our right, signed Littlebeck. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We joined Brian and walked with him for a while. He told us he had spent last night at Egton Bridge and so his last day would be 18.5 miles. By the time we reached Littlebeck he was ready for a rest and we left him at a bench and pressed on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our path went through Littlebeck Wood. This was a two mile walk in a lovely old wood where we had welcome shade from the now hot sun. We came to a strange feature known as 'The Hermitage' that had been carved out of a single boulder by a George Chubb in 1790. It looked most uninviting. Then on to reach the Falling Foss waterfalls where a tea garden with attractive awnings and shade from the sun was doing a roaring trade. We stopped here to enjoy our last coffee and scones of the trek. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">While we sat in the garden Eric the border terrier came past with his mistress and we wondered where Pip was. She explained that they had all set off in the heat that morning from Grosmont and Pip, who was 9 years old, became overheated and couldn't continue so her husband had to drop out to look after her. She intended to complete the walk with Eric. Poor Pip, thwarted on the last day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We enjoyed a leisurely stop and then returned to the woods to continue our walk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">At the end of the woods was a car park and our path led up to a road from where we picked up a faint footpath across the moors, leading to Hawsker. Reaching a gate we crossed the B1416 and returned to moorland with many boggy sections. Here we caught up with Eric and his owner and they walked with us for a while until Eric, feeling the heat in the midday sun, persisted in lying down in boggy sections to try and cool off. We were worried about him and his owner said they would rest there for a while.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For the first time on the Coast to Coast walk Carole donned a hat to keep the sun off her neck and soon we saw Brian ahead of us once more. He must have passed us by while we were at Falling Foss Tea Room and like us was feeling the heat, which was now 26 degrees according to my watch. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Reaching Hawsker the three of us headed straight for the Hare and Hounds pub and enjoyed pints of shandy sitting in the cool old building.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Much refreshed we said cheerio to Brian (we knew we would see him later as we were staying in the same B & B) and set off to walk on the road through Northcliffe Caravan Park to reach the coast, where we rejoined the Cleveland Way track for the last 4.3 miles of coastal walking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There was no breeze and no shade on this stretch, it was by no means flat and farmers were going about their business in the fields to our side. We were very hot and tired when we finally saw Robin Hood's Bay below us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was Saturday afternoon and there seemed to be hundreds of people in the village as we walked down the steep hill to reach the sea next to the Bay Hotel. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As we reached the sand we heard a cheer and looking up to the Bay Hotel saw the Geordies and Kieran raising their beer glasses and cheering us on. We walked down to the sea to dip our boots into the salt water, then retrieved our west coast pebbles from our bags and threw them into the east coast water.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Duty done and feeling very pleased with ourselves we returned to chat with the other walkers, before retiring into the shady pub for a cool pint of Wainwright ale while we discussed the adventures of the last two weeks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As we walked back uphill we met plucky Eric and his owner heading for the sea, we were pleased they had made it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Later in the evening we planned a quiet celebratory dinner in the pub but were soon joined by the Aussies. As the evening passed more C2C walkers, some familiar and some less so joined us, and our quiet dinner soon turned into a raucous one and a happy end to our Coast to Coast adventure.</span><br />
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