The days are certainly much shorter now and bearing this in mind I decided to cut this section in half. We all know what works for us personally, and I knew getting The Lakes section done before winter was a good idea. When we start again in spring, my friend and I can cross the motorway bridge knowing a whole new section is about to open up.
We were very lucky with the weather and didn’t need to wear a jacket once! Looking back across to Rough Crag, I could see there was a little mist, but that was about it for the rest of the day. Here we are – ready to go and the excitement is building. We set off from the car park at the southernmost tip of Haweswater. There were some interesting colours where the water level was down, possibly an algae, but everywhere was very pretty.
Kidsty Pike is looking very fine and the route ahead is clear.
The path leads on. We hadn’t walked very far but having travelled for a couple of hours or so to get here – we were both quite hungry and knew we (possibly) wouldn’t stop again, so took advantage of a great place to sit.
These are the sort of things that inspire me – an intriguing trio of bricks embossed with the letters: DANGER and ANGER I love them! I feel a story coming on.
And look at this! All this walking is making me lose weight! The incredible shrinking Jeanette! I’m only 3’ tall!
I like the shape of this cairn on Bampton Common and it looks like the birds do too! Here we have a close-up of the dam which you don’t really see unless you deviate from the path. It’s always good to see a C2C gate and footpath sign, it all adds to the excitement.
The vista began to change and as a Lake District fan there is an element of sadness, leaving the ruggedness behind, but onward, not upward this time…more of a rolling forward through the countryside as we head towards Shap.
Banded cows ahead. I’m not too bad with them but Sheila isn’t a big fan so I practiced my ‘cow whispering technique’ and all was well. They were really gentle to be honest, very docile, but I like to talk to cows. Do my whispering. Takes one to know one I hear you say! Oi behave! We passed by safely and it was very noticeable how much the vista had changed (once I could stop worrying about moo moos and my friend).
Quick map check at Rawhead and down to the bridge. It’s always a relief to see signs pointing the way and knowing you are on-track. I like the home-made ones very much, I like their simplicity. There is talk of the C2C being properly way-marked and it’s probably a good thing, but I hope these sort of signs stay too. Over you go Sheila and down we head to Parish Crag Bridge.
Do you think this cauldron belongs to a witch? Do you think she eats Coast to Coast-ers? She must snare a few tired bodies who have done the full-stretch from Patterdale! They would be easy to catch! We scuttle past…quickly.
Shap ahead. The Abbey needs a bit of preservation work don’t you think? Aren’t these little gates sweet? Do you think Sheila is asking, ‘Are we nearly there yet?’
Looking back at the extraordinary beauty, I see the Abbey has a rather lovely beech tree next to it. The glorious colours of autumn won’t be with us much longer. It wasn’t far off getting dark and we were relieved to reach Shap just before the light completely faded. Tired bodies trudged to the car and after a change of footwear we made our way to the fish and chip shop— which I can highly recommend. (It’s becoming a habit! Blame AW ;-))