Grasmere to Patterdale C2C


What a wonderful day it was for the Grasmere to Patterdale section of the C2C. With strong, vibrant colours, it was a glad to be alive kind of day. A day to fill the lungs and get some mountain air kind of a day.


The first pic is of Sheila and I before we crossed the busy A591 to head up The Tongue. As you can see the season has changed and the path runs alongside very brown bracken, but the route is easy underfoot. The view looking back is pretty good too.


The first time I did this section it was shrouded in mist and I really could not see a thing, so this part fascinated me, especially when a bowl-shape area opened up below Fairfield. I’ve walked close to Grisedale tarn many times, usually after doing Helvellyn but I’d never seen this bit before. It was quite enclosed and I doubt many people investigate even though there is an attractive waterfall nearby. On that first trek I’d managed to get to the tarns edge before I knew water was there! I remember it being one of those sopping wet, miserable days, damp and quite eerie so you can imagine how I felt about today’s sunshine!



I get really excited about colour in such beautiful places (cant’ you tell!) and took many pictures which was hard to narrow down to the ones I’ve chosen for this article.



The path to the tarn is quite easy and distinct…if I can do it alone in mist…anyone can – not that I’m advocating you do it in foul weather, but it’s a straight-forward route. Our lunch spot was pretty cold, but we found shelter from the breeze and settled for hot coffee and a sandwich. The water lapped gently a couple of yards away. There was no sound. Only peace. Perfect.


I wanted to show my friend The Parting Stone, a lump of rock set back from the path. Most people don’t know it’s there and walk on by, but this is a very special stone to me and the link will explain what it’s about:

I wrote a novel a few years ago and I’m hoping to have it published Spring 2017. It’s called The Parting Stone. Purely by coincidence my characters separate at this very point and when I realised this, I just knew it had to be the title for the book. More on that later.



These cattle were settled, hanging around, like cattle do, chewing the cud and discussing the merits of walkers passing by. I heard Daisy say, ‘Is she wearing Berghouse or Montane? I prefer blue; I don’t care for the red…always made my Dad angry.’


I do talk bullocks sometimes and I digress… I haven’t seen our bovine friends here, so close to the path before. They are quite small, stocky creatures – I’m sure someone will know what breed they are.




Place Fell is a fell I’m very fond of. I used to go up it a lot when I was based at Watermillock. It was one of those fells that if I could get up it in 40 minutes if I felt fit. Not sure if I could get up it so fast now. We all know mountain fitness needs to be worked at or it disappears all too quickly!  I loved how the light played out, one minute the fell was lit up and the next, it was dark and moody. Brooding. (Like a word used in a Gothic novel lol.)



Looking backwards, I also liked how the light made a ‘Toblerone’ shape. Formed by shadow and trickery, it wasn’t natural. All the fun of the fells. Endlessly fascinating!



Wasn’t this barn reputed to be an over-night stop for AW?



How beautiful are these colours over the route up to Boredale Hause? And a rainbow too! My heart was singing!

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At the end of these walks there is usually a drink and a meal at a pub and the choices here are: The Patterdale Hotel and The White Lion, but this time we headed to the award-winning fish & chip shop in Angel Lane, Penrith. I had the ‘healthy portion’ (ahem) – which maybe isn’t ‘healthy’ but it is about half the normal size and I still had food left over! The fish is excellent there, succulent, white and very tasty Mmmm I might just return soon.