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Journeyman's Coast to Coast Journal 2006
Day 4

Thursday 15 June - Grasmere to Patterdale

This was another short day for us so it was another 8.30am breakfast. We chatted over breakfast with the two American couples we had previously seen at Stonehouse Farm. It wasn’t long before we started talking about the C2C walk and our respective schedules. They were enjoying the walk but taking a planned rest day today. We talked about the days to come and I was pointing out a few things to look out for along the way. I asked where they were staying in Keld and the reply was ‘the village pub’. When I pointed out there was no village pub in Keld one of the male members of the group pulled out their itinerary (booked through a company) and said ‘There is a pub it’s the Tan Hill Inn’. I had to break the news that it was actually a few miles off route and asked if there were any instructions as to how to get there or did the company intend to pick them up in Keld for transport to Tan Hill. The group said there were no instructions as to how to get to the Tan Hill Inn. I suggested they should clarify the situation and at least get hold of a map.

We had another excellent full English breakfast with the options of the usual starters. We collected our packed lunches which, weather permitting, we intended to eat in the Grisedale Tarn area. We set off at 9.30am and made our way up the back roads and crossed the A591 to the start of the track leading up and around Great Tongue. We saw Andy and Chris stood at the entrance to the track. Apparently Jim, who had been struggling a little, had gone on ahead to get a start on the others whilst Kit had gone into Grasmere to post a card. After a few minutes chat about the route ahead Malc and I set off and took the path to the right of Great Tongue. It was another warm and humid climb but we kept going and arrived at Grisedale Tarn outlet for 11am. As we started climbing I saw a solo walker about half a mile ahead and decided to target him as a means of progressing up the, steep at times, hillside. I pushed ahead of Malc and was quite pleased with myself that I had caught the solo male walker up as Grisedale Tarn came into view. As we ascended I kept looking back for Andy, Chris and Kit but didn’t see them at all. We had not seen Jim on our route and assumed that the group had met up and had taken the path to the left of Great Tongue. I waited for Malc and took quite a few photographs of the tarn and surrounding area and of course a good one of Malc as he reached the top, sweating profusely and calling me a few names that I cannot repeat. ‘I could see what was happening when you saw that bloke’ he said.

 Grisedale Tarn

As we crossed the outlet to Grisedale Tarn, a fairly flat 30 metre stretch of stream and rocks with a few steeping stones leading across I was startled as a boiling type noise came from the shallow waters in the outflow. On closer inspection we saw thousands of young trout stranded in the shallow pools desperately flapping in the water to swim downstream. I saw quite a few laying dead on the rocks and felt quite helpless that we could do nothing to assist. We found another cracking picnic spot with views along the tarn towards Seat Sandal and the direction we had travelled looking for Andy & his mates and of course any other C2C walkers. I left Malc for about 10 minutes whilst I bagged a nearby geocache taking a Freddie The Penguin travel bug and leaving my own ‘alwayslookinggeocoin. I would find a suitable home for Freddie further along the trail. We saw a couple of female walkers who came from the direction of Grasmere, looked briefly at all the struggling fish and then ascended Dollywaggon Pike. At 12noon Andy and Chris appeared over the horizon. Where were Jim and Kit? Apparently Jim was struggling with the climb and had become dehydrated as he was not carrying enough water – Andy and Chris had suggested Jim returns to Grasmere to get a lift in the packhorse minibus later that morning. As for Kit, they had not seen him but were not unduly concerned saying ‘he is probably up there on the high hills. We will see him in Patterdale.’ There is no doubt that Kit was fitter than the others in the group and he was a lot younger.  As we were getting ready to leave we saw that the entire front part of the sole on Malc’s right Zamberlan leather walking boot, was flapping around like a crocodiles jaw. The boots were relatively new and clearly had not been assembled correctly. We carried out running repairs using a spare boot lace I was carrying and set off down Grisedale closely behind Andy and Chris. Malc and I had considered walking to Patterdale via one of the higher level options but after several discussions that morning right up to our lunch at Grisedale Tarn, we opted for the steady lower route down Grisedale.

Helvellyn range

We made steady progress down Grisedale stopping and talking to every walker we passed. Most of them were doing circular walks in the area including a young Swiss girl who strode onwards and upwards at a fair pace with her dog. Andy and Chris were making slow progress and we told them there would be a pint waiting for them at the White Lion in Patterdale – their pace increased. We had a 10 minute stand off with a load of cows, their calves and a bull in the fields approaching the valley bottom – Malc was ready to scale a wall but patience is a virtue. As we approached a farm in Patterdale village the double doors burst open and we saw smoke billowing out. A weathered looking farmer, probably in his 60’s, emerged from the barn coughing a little. He has started the engine on his tractor for the first time in weeks with the barn doors closed. The build up of carbon monoxide became just a little too much for this hardy Lakeland resident. We ensured he was Ok and then chatted about a few things including a friend of mine called Kenny who was from the village but working in South Yorkshire Police. The farmer asked me to pass on his regards asking me to remind Kenny that he still owed him 10 pints. I couldn’t resist phoning Kenny to pass on this message when we arrived at the White Lion at 2.15pm he said he would pay a pint on for us at the pub. We saw Jim on our arrival at the White Lion and after purchasing a well deserved pint we invited him to join us outside. We again saw the young Swiss girl and her dog and had a chat with her before greeting Andy and Chris with the pint we had promised. As we sat opposite the White Lion a member of the bar staff came across saying he had instructions from my mate Kenny to ensure we got a table for a meal tonight.  When I went back into White Lion and mentioned the words free pint and Kenny I realised he owed everyone in the village a few drinks so I thought the better of asking for two paid on to his account. I was expecting quite a few C2C walkers in the White Lion that night partly due to the England v Trinidad and Tobago World Cup match kicking off at 5pm.

At 4pm Malc and I went to book in at our accommodation for the night at Barco House, a few hundred yards away up the main road. Barco House was a large detached house that had been refurbished and decorated to a high standard by its owners Rob and Emma. We had a wonderful welcome and were showed to our room which was spacious, clean and homely. Several photographs taken by Rob of the surrounding hills were displayed on the walls – he was obviously a keen (and very good) photographer. We bathed and I checked my kit, changed maps and prepared for tomorrow. Sadly, this had been Malc’s last walking day with me and we chatted about the last few days as he packed and I prepared for the longer section to Shap tomorrow. There is no doubt he had enjoyed his walk and I certainly enjoyed his company – it was almost non stop laughs. Malc genuinely seemed to reflect on his current situation at work and home and I sensed that he had got the walking bug and that retirement was imminent (only time will tell). We arrived back at the White Lion at 5.15pm and the England game had started and there were a few other walkers in the pub. We watched the remainder of the first half which was not very inspiring so we decided to have an early meal and sat away from the TV. We didn’t bother watching any more of the game but could clearly hear the cheers as England went on to win – so what. The evening meal was excellent and the atmosphere was excellent. We joined Andy, Chris, Jim and Kit for a drink after dinner and as would be expected we talked about the trek to Shap the following day. Jim intended taking a lift in the Packhorse minibus. I agreed to meet them at 9am at the bridge between Barco House (where we were staying) and the White Lion (where they were staying). We retired to Barco House at about 8.30pm at the end of another enjoyable walk of just less than 9 miles. We had bought a lucky dip on the lottery whilst in Grasmere for the Wednesday night (14 June) and decided to check the numbers – good news a £10 win so Malc gave me £5 and took the ticket. Everything had gone like clockwork so far – it wasn’t long before we were fast asleep

 

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