Waking apprehensively to the news of the weather I was plesantly surprised to hear it was going to be a good day. For today is a big climb day with no options but to go over the top of the 2,500 feet Kidsty Pike . After a hearty farmhouse breakfast we were soon back on the path again heading up of course.
Walking up ticking off Angle Tarn Pike, Buck Crag, Satura Crag, The Knott as we go.
Finally looking out for a cairn to guide me up to Kidsty Pike
The wind decided it would be a good idea to show up all the way from Ireland nearly blowing me off my feet. It was whipping across the mountain with a mighty force. With poles tightly held and stabbed into the ground at every step I was trying to keep myself upright. It took all my energy to stay on my feet.
Finally reaching the summit and with the wind it was a bit to scary to look over the edge trying to find the way down. I knelt on the ground with my guide book under my knee to stop it blowing away.
With compass out and map the descent began. With a false sense of security walking down the lovely grassy path the descent began. The wind still whipping around but not as strong, ahead I could see the stones and craggy rocks waiting to greet me.
Poles weren’t the answer, it was more slide down on my bottom and grabbing the rock edges for support slowly down I go. Still unsure if the track was the right one and then around a corner at last, the Haweswater Reservoir came into sight, yahoo we are on the right track.
Making our way around the reservoir following a beautiful old rock wall, trees blowing in the breeze gently lifting their branches as we walked past, saying to themselves “I know you’re tired you don’t have to bend down I’ll lift my branches for you”. But the trail wasn’t finished with us yet! Mud, bog and rocks joined us all the way along the waters edge. Hmmm will today every end?
Finally finished with the trail and now on a lovely narrow country road heading to Bampton Grange the end is near. The cows settling down for the night in the fields with the odd ” moo”, wild raspberries hanging over the rock walls ripe for the picking, yum.
Walking past an old chapel and on a table leaning next to it a local lady is selling potted plants and posies of flowers on the honour system. I put my one pound in the bag, I buy a bunch of sweet peas for my room for the night, the perfume is beautiful. Someone else will be able to enjoy them in the room in the coming days.
Lots of other walkers are staying here at the Crown and Mitre tonight, all recounting their stories of today’s walk, some have fallen and won’t be walking tomorrow, some are telling stories of getting lost, some have lost their maps and will have to buy new ones, all are only doing small distances tomorrow and others like me after a glass of red and great meal are ready for bed.