Coast to Coast UK - Ennerdale Bridge to Seatoller
Today was an epic adventure.
I can’t describe how much I appreciated starting out in
thoroughly dry socks and boots thanks to the wonderful staff at the Shepherds
Arms and the magic of their drying room. They whisked everything wet away as
soon as we arrived and it was all lined up, nice and dry for us to collect
after breakfast this morning.
Breakfast in our bellies, lunch in our packs, dry socks and
boots, no rain (just mizzle), well-constructed paths – the day began well with
so many boxes ticked.
We may have been lulled into a false sense of security on
the paved path that led us down to the end of Ennerdale Water, stepping it out
to gain valuable time, as we were under no illusions that today was to be a
long day. Unfortunately the magnificent views up the lake to Pillar Crag that
we had read about in the guidebook were not visible due to the very low cloud and
mist, but the lake was a very serene and beautiful.
After studying the route notes we had decided to tackle the
lake on the north shore path, as the southern side involved a scramble over a
rocky crag, called Anglers Crag, which we thought may be too wet and slippery under
the current conditions. This was confirmed by our host at the hotel who advised
the north shore track, and later by our Aussie mate Lyndon who told us it had
been quite dangerous.
Towards the end of the lake after almost 2 hours walking, we
sat at a convenient picnic table for ‘first lunch’, or ‘little lunch’ as Wallsy
likes to call it. This was lovely, until the midges started biting; the air was
thick with them. So we packed up and moved on. From here the track began to
climb but we were still walking on forestry roads, so the going was good.
At one point we startled a deer by the water’s edge, but it
took off too quickly for me to get a photo. This sighting brought our wildlife
tally to 3, the other two being a fox on the headland at St Bees and a sluggish
frog in the middle of the road at the head of the lake. It was a very quiet
walk punctuated only by birdsong.
Passing some foresters who seemed to be thinning out some
type of pine tree on the roadside, we eventually reached the gate that leads
into the most remote Youth Hostel, accessible only on foot, Black Sail YHA. The
gate was like a portal that placed us back on rutted, waterlogged tracks, but the hostel itself was a welcome haven.
We had been walking for four hours and second lunch was calling. The hostel
boasts an honesty kitchen and provides a place to sit and rest for all passing
walkers, so we took the opportunity to join the group of walkers already
gathered indoors and allowed ourselves a half hour break to have a hot coffee
and some fuel.
We heard tales of the bridge being down over the river and
people having to wade across, one woman who had arrived just as we were
leaving, had fallen in trying to ford the fast-flowing stream. Fortunately, the
Coast to Coast path, took us upwards from the hostel, not down to the river. We
were to follow the beck that tumbled down the mountainside; an almost vertical
climb that led us up into the clouds. On a clear day the view would have been
magnificent as we tackled the ascent, but today, all we could manage was to
keep sight of each other.
The going was steep, but almost stair-like, on the rocky
path beside the beck (except for the section that had slipped into the beck and
was being rebuilt!), so we slowly plodded onward and upward, seeing only a
couple of other walkers who passed us and disappeared into the mist. It took a
good hour of climbing to reach what appeared to be the top – a fell called Grey
Knotts, at an elevation of just over 697m. This collection of grey rocky
knolls, was shrouded in dense cloud. Our only navigation aids were the gpx file
route map on my phone, provided by S-cape and emailed to us before leaving home,
and a downloaded Ordnance Survey map on Wallsy’s phone. Other than that, there
were helpful stone cairns guiding the way across the top, which you could only
just pick out from one to the next.
2 ½ hours after leaving the youth hostel, we were at the top
of the Honister Pass slate quarry and back in civilisation. It had been epic
and exhilarating (I speak only for myself here), but there was a great sense of
achievement in having pushed ourselves through less than ideal conditions and
reached the other side. No time for celebration yet though, we still had to
wind our way down Honister Pass and into the hamlet of Seatoller, known as the
wettest place in England, although there was no rain to be had today.
We arrived at our hotel, Glaramara, at 6pm for a welcome hot
shower and stunning meal. There is no doubt that we will both sleep well
tonight.
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