Monthly Archive: September 2014

Day 8: Reeth to Richmond (17.5 km), in which the travellers suspect the short distances are to lull them into a false sense of security 0

Day 8: Reeth to Richmond (17.5 km), in which the travellers suspect the short distances are to lull them into a false sense of security

We’ve had an easy and beautiful day of walking along the valley of the Swale, to the pretty town of Richmond. Our worries about the weather turning have been proved unnecessary, as the forecast...

Day 7: Keld to Reeth (17.5 km), in which our heroes' attempt to turn their hands to industrial archeology requires more scrambling than hoped! 0

Day 7: Keld to Reeth (17.5 km), in which our heroes' attempt to turn their hands to industrial archeology requires more scrambling than hoped!

There are two roads to Reeth. One goes along the river Swale, sweeping down to celebrate the rural and domestic history of the dale; the other trudges and scrambles up the valleys to where...

Day 6: Kirkby Stephen to Keld (21 km), in which our heroes choose the low road 0

Day 6: Kirkby Stephen to Keld (21 km), in which our heroes choose the low road

We left Kirkby Stephen along the Eden river, walking through the little woodland to the hamlet of Hartley — strange how the names reoccur as we walk — and then the long pull past...

Day Five: Shap to Kirkby Stephen (32 kms), the pair become a band of travellers across the trackless wastes 0

Day Five: Shap to Kirkby Stephen (32 kms), the pair become a band of travellers across the trackless wastes

Trackless is a lie, but the band of travellers isn’t. For the longest day, we had wonderful company in the form of a mum in her seventies partnered by her forty-ish son. The irony...

Day 4: Patterdale to Shap (28 km), in which the heroic pair conquer, but seek knee replacements 0

Day 4: Patterdale to Shap (28 km), in which the heroic pair conquer, but seek knee replacements

Last night I was just too bushed to string a sentence together, such was the exhaustion we both felt at the end of the thirty kilometres we had climbed, scrambled, slipped, plodded and crawled...

Day 3: Stonethwaite to Patterdale (28 km), to in which our heroes fail, but find they are not alone 0

Day 3: Stonethwaite to Patterdale (28 km), to in which our heroes fail, but find they are not alone

We had a wonderful night’s sleep after one of the best meals we have ever eaten: Stonethwaite is a tiny hamlet, but its one pub put on a friendly welcome and food that a...

Day 2: Ennerdale to Stonethwaite (23 kms), in which Paula and Chris realise that they are utterly mad 0

Day 2: Ennerdale to Stonethwaite (23 kms), in which Paula and Chris realise that they are utterly mad

This will not be an entry which is suitable for children, not withstanding the amazing meal we have had at the pub in a hamlet of ten houses. God bless Stonethwaite, a jewel in...

Day 1: St Bees to Ennerdale (22.5 km), in which our heroes learn to not ask what's around the corner! 0

Day 1: St Bees to Ennerdale (22.5 km), in which our heroes learn to not ask what's around the corner!

Garrison Keilor was nice enough to remind me that today is the autumn equinox, so an auspicious day to start a walk. We loved Stone House farm and the full English definitely came in...

The Long and Winding Road … again 0

The Long and Winding Road … again

As I tap this out in my long-suffering iPad, England is rushing past the train window, courtesy of Virgin Trains. I can’t help thinking that “Virgin” must be the worst name ever to describe...