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The
way off the Kirkston Pass road |
The start
of Nook Lane |
Eventually leaving
the car park we crossed the road and had to immediately stop for Sarah
to empty her boots of little stones that she had picked up on her socks
as she got ready. After these running repairs we turned up the hill
onto the road that leads up to Kirkstone Pass and immediately turned
left into Nook Lane. The only guide for walkers is a signpost for Low
Sweden Bridge. Carrying on along Nook Lane the others started to take
the mick out of me. I was busy juggling the camera and the GPS trying
to get it to navigate the route that I had downloaded into it before
I left home, without much success I might add!
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Nook End
Farm |
The
gate at Nook End Farm |
Suitable chastised
I put the GPS away and joined in the chat. It was one of those days
that the conversation jumped from one thing to another. Passing various
new buildings associated with Charlotte Mason College we carried on
along the road towards Nook End Farm. The conversation turned towards
birthdays and ages, with Sarah having a birthday coming up as well
as myself and Mike. I mentioned that I had a phone call from my uncle
David who was looking through his old diary's of walks and things.
He informed me that on 30th May 1979 he had a diary entry that said
he, my cousin Graham and myself climbed Helvellyn via Lanty's Tarn
and returned to Glenridding via Whiteside and Raise, now I must admit
that I can remember this (Striding Edge and Helvellyn
especially!) and the black wellington boots that I wore but
I thought it was a lot earlier! Those were my first Wainwright peaks!
Here I am 24 years later trying to do a complete round of all the Wainwright
peaks! (What is the record for the quickest round!) Sarah
then cheered me up by saying that she wasn't even a twinkle in her
mum's eye then, well maybe a bit of a sparkle though! Passing through
Nook Lane Farm we came to the green gate that leads to Low Sweden Bridge.
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The falls
above Low Sweden Bridge |
Low Sweden
Bridge |
| Passing over Low Sweden Bridge
we stopped to admire the falls but then quickly set off onto the fell
side. The path took a quick zig and then there we were, out on the fells.
After passing through a few fields still inhabited by the lambs we started
to follow the tracks that led upwards. There were plenty of Ooh's and
Argh's from Sarah about these young lambs as they played about in the
fields. It was quite warm and sunny when we set off, the others had stripped
down to their T-Shirts before setting off, I on the other hand had put
on my jacket and kept it on. Various comments about whether or not I
was feeling hot passed, and yes I was sweating cobs, but I was quite
happy to wear the jacket as I don't like stopping and starting to change
clothes, sometimes I am hot and sometimes I am cold! |
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Starting
to climb away from Low Sweden Bridge |
The
path and track diverge near High Sweden Coppice |
| As we got higher up the fell a
nice breeze started to make itself felt, great news for me but unwelcome
to the others! As we gained height the views started to open up behind
us. The visibility today was excellent, probably something to do with
all the rain that we have had lately! The Langdale Pikes and later on
the Coniston Fells came into view over Loughrigg Fell, they looked absolutely
stunning and the photo's do not do them justice! |
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The Langdale
Pikes |
The Coniston
Fells |
| John commented on the fact that
he was really enjoying this walk so far, the tree's, the wall's, the
stream's, and the stunning views meant that he had something to enjoy
everywhere he looked! It seemed that the pace we walked was really slow,
there did not seem to be any urgency or rush today. We just kept making
our way upwards whilst enjoying the walk and the conversation. The track
that we were following started to veer away to the right whilst there
was a path that went straight up the hillside along side the wall. This
headed for some crags that appeared in the distance. Is there any need
to tell you which way we went ? |
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Low Brock
Crags |
Nearing
the rock step |
| We followed the wall up towards
the crags. As we neared Low Brock Crags, or was it High Brock Crags?
it became apparent that this was the area that AW described as the rock
step. This looked like fun! For some reason John took a route up the
crags to the right, I went up the rock step and Sarah and Mike soon followed.
This was great, a nice change from the walking so far, a bit of rock
and hands as well as feet needed! It only lasted a few seconds but was
a welcome change. Sarah slowly came up behind me after I had relieved
her of her rucksack and then Mike swiftly followed. |
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The rock
step |
Ascending
the rock step, great fun! |
| We soon joined up with John again
and he went into detail about his route up, saying that half way up he
wished he had followed us, as he had a bit of a "moment" on
his little scramble! I must admit that I really enjoyed this little bit,
it made me wonder once again why we don't just go somewhere and enjoy
a bit of scrambling instead of chasing this "peak bagging" thing! |
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Looking
up Scandale with Low Pike and High Pike on the left, Little Hart Crag
in the center, and the east side of Red Screes to the right. |
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Low Pike
and High Pike come into view |
Nearing
Low Pike summit |
| We decided to stop here
for bit of a coffee break, with John starting early on his food. Now
that he has really started training at the gym he never seems to stop
eating! After a quick coffee for me we set off again, for the first time
we could see our objectives along the ridge, not too far away at all.
Apart from a steep section just below the summit it was easy going alongside
the wall. |
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Low Pike
summit |
The terrible
trio plus one at Low Pike summit |
| Low Pike was the first summit
of the day. Sarah seemed a bit surprised how easy it was to get to! Looking
north I pointed out High Pike and she was even more surprised and pleased.
There was an elderly couple sat just below the summit that had been there
for as long as I was able to see the summit. They just sat and enjoyed
the view over Ambleside, it must have been nice to just sit there and
not rush off bagging more peaks! |
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Panorama
to the south from Low Pike |
| With all the problems that
I have been having with my feet I was trying out my new pair of boots
today. By now, 2 miles into the walk my heels were starting to rub and
cause a bit of discomfort, I was hoping that this was due to the boots
not being worn in enough yet! John suggested that I tightened the laces
a bit to stop any movement of my feet. Whilst we stopped I did this and
thought nothing more of it for a while. |
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Looking
towards High Pike |
Ooops, what
happens when you don't look where you place your feet! |
| Leaving
Low Pike we descended slightly, still following the wall, and made
our way up towards High Pike. One of us (me!),
did not look too carefully at where they were walking and so ended
the "clean" stage
of my new boots! As this was usually
Sarah's prerogative (not looking where she is going),
the others thought that it was highly amusing that I had desecrated my
new boots in such a way! (Sorry mum I will clean
them when I get home!) John was so chuffed that he borrowed the
camera and took a photo to be used in evidence against me! |
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Looking
back to Low Pike |
Nearing
High Pike |
| With my boots as a warning
to the others, we started to try and stay away from the wall where all
the mud seemed to be, this was not always possible but I couldn't help
but notice that the others seemed to manage to keep their boots clean,
even Mike's new boots still looked spotless! As
we neared the steep section the rain started to fall. At first it was
just a gentle drop or two, something that we could easily ignore. Soon
however I looked behind me and the others had stopped to put on their
waterproof (or nearly waterproof) clothing.
As the rain really started. I thought about this for a while but decided
against putting my nearly waterproof trousers on as I just didn't fancy
trying to get them past all that mud on my new (nearly
new, well one still looks new), boots! With the rain now falling
constantly it was a case of head down and get up to High Pike. My heels
still hurt when I climbed, but on the flat sections they were not too
bad. With the rain and my heels I was beginning to get a bit down, but
this soon changed as we reached the summit. |
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High Pike
summit cairn |
The terrible trio plus one
at High Pike summit |
| As we reached High Pike
the rain let off and we had the chance to dry out and enjoy the summit
in slightly drier conditions. From
here the way forward to Dove Crag seemed easy along the grass plateau
that gently made it's way upwards. The hard part of the day was behind
us, from here on it looked quite easy. We could see the other side of
the horseshoe across Rydale now and I think we all looked forward to
descending down the ridge, it looked very inviting from here! |
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Dove Crag
from High Pike |
Nearing
Dove Crag |
| As we
set off towards Dove Crag we passed a park ranger coming down collecting
rubbish, he advised us to keep well away from the wall if we wanted
to avoid the mud (a
bit too late for me!)The
ascent up towards Dove Crag was an easy stroll. Somehow we did not seem
to rush along here at all, we just ambled on slowly Sarah was turning
into a right "ladette" today, she was joining in the conversation
between John and Mike about beer, women and other lad things like a good
one! At one point where we stopped next to a bit of a bog she even tried
to push John into it! Somehow he managed to jump straight over it (possible
long jump candidate for the next olympics!) At least
she tried thought, and joined the ranks of the "lads" with
not only words but actions as well! |
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Looking
back to High Pike |
Dove Crag
summit |
| The rain had stopped for
the moment but a chill wind followed us up to the summit. Finding some
shelter on the other side of the summit cairn we stopped for lunch. The
views over to the far eastern fells were great. Sunshine covered the
fell tops, the same could be said almost everywhere else. The others
noticed this and decided that it was all my fault that everywhere else
was in sunshine apart from where we were! I took this as a complement
as I knew that they did not want to get too tanned today! |
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Dove Crag
summit cairn |
The terrible
trio plus one at Dove Crag summit |
| Mike started to ask me about
walks in the lakes in general. He wanted to know if there were any walks
that did not involve a circular route, I did not really understand the
questions he was asking me! I
told him about some of the walks that can be done using two cars or public
transport, I think that he understood but I will have to check with him
what he really meant! We finished our lunch in the cold and wondered
why it still looked really warm elsewhere, just the luck of the draw
I presume! |
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Hart Crag |
Nearing
Hart Crag summit |
| Now that we left Dove Crag
and headed for Hart Crag Sarah and Mike teamed up whilst myself and John
chatted as we walked. Mike has the same AW book on his favorite walks
as me and obviously was talking to Sarah about the route ahead. When
you think about the walk that we are doing you could think about it in
two ways. A walk up to Fairfield and back via two ridges or a walk that
connects 8 summits together. I think that I prefer to think of the Fairfield
Horseshoe as a ridge walk up to Fairfield and back that has the advantage
of 7 other summits as well. Perhaps the others felt differently. |
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Hart Crag
summit cairn |
The terrible trio plus one
at Hart Crag summit |
| As we climbed up the last
steep section before the summit of Hart Crag the rain started again.
It was raining quite heavily as we reached the summit. Hart
Crag set us quite a dilemma as we reached the top, which of the two cairns
was the summit? There seem to be quite a few summits that have a number
of cairns. Reaching the first one the next cairn seemed to be higher
than the one we were at so we made our way over to it. Once there and
looking back I was not so sure that this was the highest point. With
the rain still falling I decided that this cairn would do! It was a nice
cairn anyway with a few stones precariously balanced on top, so I treated
this as the summit and took the usual photos. |
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Scrubby
Crag |
Looking
down Deepdale |
| With the rain still falling
we left Hart Crag and descended down to Link Hause. As soon as we started
to descend the rain stopped and thankfully that was the last that we
were to see of it for the rest of the day. Link
Hause was a busy place today with quite a few people stopping for a break
here. Scrubby Crag looked very impressive, and the views to either side
down Deepdale and Rydale were not bad either. |
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Looking
back to Hart Crag and Link Hause |
Rydal
Head from Link Hause |
| Making our way up from the
Hause Sarah asked if this was a steep climb. She had obviously been listening
to Mike's description of the walk. We had a chat about walking and the
apparent steepness of various walks, I tried to tell her that it was
all relative. Here we were making our way up to Fairfield, our fifth
summit of the day and apart from the odd steep bit that didn't last too
long anyway, it had been comparatively easy all the way. I
reminded her of walks that had taken hours to get to the first summit
of the day in the past, like I say it is all relative any way. As we
finished the conversation the summit of Fairfield had come into view,
the rest of the way quite an easy gradient! |
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Rydale
from above Link Hause |
| From the end of the steep ascent
above Link Hause we were treated to a great panorama over Rydale. It
showed the complete Fairfield Horseshoe walk all the way back to Ambleside.
With the sun out once more we just stopped and had a chat whilst I took
some photos, again there did not seem to be any rush to carry on, we
just enjoyed the view and chatted a while! |
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Fairfield
from above Link Hause |
Fairfield
summit coming into view |
| Eventually realizing that
we must press on we set of for the highest summit of the day Fairfield.
The summit was clearly in view and the path started to edge towards the
north above the crags that form the northern side of Fairfield. As
AW states you can not really see these crags, but at one point somewhere
above Flinty Grave you do sense that they are there. |
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St Sunday
Crag from above Flinty Grave |
and again
from Fairfield summit |
| From this vantage point
St Sunday crag comes into view, looking quite impressive in its bulk. Once
at the summit we made our way over to a large wind shelter come summit
cairn. On the other side of this we found shelter out of the wind and
stopped for a well deserved coffee break. By now my feet were really
starting to play up and I was looking forward to the descent back down
to Ambleside. |
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Fairfield
summit cairn |
The terrible
trio plus one at Fairfield summit |
| Whilst
we had our coffee break I started to test the others knowledge of the
area. The view north towards the Helvellyn range was great so I asked
if they knew what the hills were called. It took them some time but
they soon guessed correctly(
Maybe guess is a bit harsh, after all they are getting there slowly!) |
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The
Helvellyn range from Fairfield |
| AW describes the summit
of Fairfield as particularly confusing in mist, here we were on a clear
day and still made a mistake when starting to descend ! I made my way
over to the north to take some photos of the Helvellyn range, the others
sort of followed and started to make their way down following some other
walkers. I had to call them back
as they where heading down towards Grisedale Hause and not towards Great
Rigg! We then had to contour our way around to the south until we eventually
picked up the path towards Great Rigg. I can see what AW means now as
the summit plateau is deceptive enough on a clear day, never mind in
mist! |
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Great
Rigg and Heron Pike |
Looking
back from the same point |
| As we reached the path to
Great Rigg the way back to Ambleside was clear to see, just a few ups
and down along the ridge. It looked very inviting! The
path was very well defined and followed the ridge line above Rydale on
the left. I was amazed at how many lakes that we could see from here,
I can't remember being on a walk with views of so many lakes and tarns!
From the ascent of Fairfield we had been able to see Ullswater and a
glimpse of Brotherswater, now on the descent we could see Windermere,
Coniston Water, the Irish Sea, Esthwaite Water, and still to come were
Thirlemere, Easdale Tarn, Grasmere and Rydal Water! (and
probably a few more Tarns that I can't remember now!) Now that
is a lot of water in anybody's language, no wonder they call it the Lake
District! |
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Great
Rigg |
Seat Sandal |
| As we
descended towards Great Rigg we were treated to a great view of Seat
Sandal, even a glimpse of Grisedale Tarn (another tarn that I forgot to
mention, my memory is starting to go!) All
too soon the descent was over and a gradual climb up to the summit of
Great Rigg began. My heels started to hurt again as we climbed up, even
though it was a gradual climb! The sun was out and it started to get
warm, this was probably the best part of the walk now. All the serious
height gain was done and we were making our way back, the views were
terrific and the only down side was the wind that picked up and my feet! |
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Great
Rigg summit cairn |
The terrible trio plus one
at Great Rigg summit |
| Great Rigg summit was soon
reached. This was to be the last definite point that you could call a
summit, the other summits of Heron Pike and Nab Scar had rather elusive
summits, ie you could not really tell which was the highest point, Great
Rigg left you in no doubt! Looking
back at the photo's I think that you can tell that I was suffering ,
my feet were getting numb now! |
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Heron
Pike |
Looking
back to Great Rigg |
| Leaving Great Rigg we made
our way down again towards Heron Pike. Two fell runners passed us going
hell for leather downhill. Fell running, Mmm! I admire their strength
and stamina but I just don't get it, running at that speed you have to
watch where you place your feet so you end up looking down all the time
and miss out on the views, what's the point? Within
minutes they had disappeared from view, I am sure that they were enjoying
themselves but its not for me (I don't do run !) |
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Heron
Pike summit |
The terrible trio plus one
at Heron Pike summit |
| Reaching Heron Pike there
was a slight dilemma, we couldn't quite decide where the summit or highest
point was, we had a choice of two! Consulting the GPS gave me a bit of
a clue but the clincher was AW's words of wisdom " The
summit is by a little outcrop of rock, distinguished by Quartz." And
there it was, any doubts dispelled! We
didn't spend any time here, only stopping long enough for a quick photo. |
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Looking
back to Fairfield from Heron Pike |
Helm Crag
from Heron Pike |
| From
Heron Pike I could clearly see Helm Crag, it looked so tiny from up
here! When we did Helm
Crag I can remember that none of us felt particularly tired or worn
out, now I can see why! From up here it looks so small, even though it
was a great walk and at times we felt quite high up, from
here it is dwarfed by higher hills! It just goes to prove that height
is relative, you don't need altitude to have a good walk! It took quite
a few attempts to break into the conversation between John and Sarah
to get them to take any notice of Helm Crag, when I did John soon took
up the challenge of thinking of new names for the rock formations as
he tried to describe to Mike about the "Lion and the Lamb" |
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Heading
towards Nab Scar |
and a
bit nearer |
| As we headed towards Nab
Scar the path stated to split up and take
different routes down. In places it was quite badly eroded, but generally
was still nice to walk upon. Looking forwards I began to try and pick
out the summit. As AW describes it it is not really a separate fell but
the continuation of the south ridge of Fairfield. With this in mind we
passed various cairns that did nothing more than confuse the issue! |
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Is this
Nab Scar summit cairn ? |
or this
? |
| The path started to wind
it's way along a level ish area, on either side of the path were various
cairns, to be honest by this stage
of the walk I really didn't care which one was the summit! We eventually
came to one that looked out over Rydal Water and Grasmere, the view was
so good and the path started to descend from this point so I thought "Sod
it, this will do!" and promptly collapsed into a heap on the ground
and got my flask out for a coffee! |
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or this? |
The
terrible trio plus one somewhere on Nab Scar |
| I was suffering, my feet hurt
like hell, I was feeling worn out, and I just wanted to get back to the
car. Everyone else on the other hand was full of the joys of spring!, chatting
away without a care in the world, in a totally pain free environment,
I was jealous and just sat there feeling very fed up with myself! The
only good thing that I could say about this place was the view. As we
had lost a lot of height now the main feature in sight was Loughrigg
Fell with Rydal Water and Grasmere beneath it. Silver
How and Loughrigg Fell was another great walk that we have done,
and from up here we had a great view including the cave that Charlotte
had spent so much time exploring, it brought back some great memories
and did go some way to cheer me up! |
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Leaving
Nab Scar |
And a
bit further down |
| Somehow I managed to get
back on my feet and start the descent off Nab Scar. We
soon came across places where the path had been repaired, this made it
harder on my feet but meant quicker progress. Ambleside came into view
and also the path through Rydal Park, this got me to thinking which way
we would get back to Ambleside, through the peaceful Rydal Park or along
the busy main road. I told the others to look out for a flat stone, explaining
to them about the Manchester Corporations Aqueduct beneath us. To be
honest I did not hold much hope of finding this stone but after descending
around a rocky outcrop there it was. These
sort of things appeal to me. AW had a habit of describing historical
things around the area that make me want to see them for myself. Monuments,
memorials and things of historical interest all go to give the Lake District
a never ending supply of things to see! I am not really sure what lies
beneath, but it is something that makes you wonder about the engineering
feats that happened way back when, to the others it was a block of stone,
to me it was something to find out about in the years ahead when I can
no longer wander the high places ( God, are my
feet causing me that much pain that I am starting to think about not
walking!) |
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The stone
block that marks the Thirlemere aqueduct somewhere below |
The steepest
part of the descent of Nab Scar |
| The descent off Nab Scar
along the repaired path was really hard work for me. The only time that
something relieved the agony was when John decided to rescue a slug that
he saw on the path. This slug was drying out in the late afternoon sun
and John took pity on it and decided that it needed to be moved to somewhere
where there was water! Now I can
understand John's love of animals, but come on, A SLUG!. I think that
I lost the plot here somewhat. After telling John that we had not long
passed a point in the path where a trickle of water ran across it, he
retraced his steps up the path until he found the water, and deposited
the slug there! I then started to rant and rave about slugs being an
absolute pointless thing. They cause nothing but trouble in gardens,
and seem to serve absolutely no purpose in this life at all! John seemed
somewhat put out by my ranting, but I needed to vent my anger at my feet
out somewhere, and slugs seemed to fit the bill quite nicely at this
moment! Sarah of course found this highly amusing, but seriously what
purpose do slugs serve? I hate the bloody things! (isn't
salt a wonderful thing!) |
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Still
descending from Nab Scar |
Rydal
Mount |
| I had to stop once more
on the descent to relive my feet! The others still chatted away, oblivious
to my pain, enjoying the late afternoon sun and contemplating the end
of the walk! As we came out off the hillside onto a road we came across
a curious sight. A family of asian origin were stood there looking slightly
confused and having a bit of a family row. When we talked to them they
mentioned words like "Wordsworth"! Here we were, at the end
of the road of Rydal Mount sometime after six pm, I don't really do culture,
but I know that Wordsworth, or things about Wordsworth have two main
places in the Lake District, Dove Cottage, about two miles that way in
Grasmere, and Rydal Mount, about 200 yards down this road! either way
as the Lake District doesn't seem to live in a 24 hour culture they were
both closed by this time! I tried my best to explain this to them and
we left them still arguing! |
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The bridge
at Rydal Hall |
The author
putting on a brave face! |
| As a group we had decided
that the best way back to Ambleside was through Rydal Park instead of
along the road. With this in mind
we passed Rydal Mount noticing the sign that said closed (Told
them so , but would they listen!) and made our way into Rydal
Hall. There were signs her for a cafe, walkers welcome! Only problem
was that it was closed by this time! Still the toilets were open and
Sarah took full advantage of this. Even after being admitted to the ranks
of the "lads" Sarah is still modest, or lady like enough to
refrain from relieving herself in public anywhere else apart from a public
lavatory! Rydal Hall was a very nice place. The river passed under a
bridge and we were surrounded by old gardens. After a few minutes I thought
that instead of waiting for Sarah I would continue along alone and let
the others catch me up (at the rate I was going
this would not be long!) |
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Rhododendrons
in bloom in Rydal Hall |
The path
from Rydal Hall to Ambleside |
Making my way through
Rydal Park I was pleasantly surprised by the place. There were lots
of Rhododendrons
and other flora in bloom. I passed a cub scout camp that was just about
to serve dinner, the smell was enough to make my mouth water! Soon
the others caught me up, by this time I was reduced to a hobble, my
feet were really hurting ! As we slowly made our way back along the
road I was relieved to find myself on level ground, it had turned out
to be a really nice evening, warm and plenty of late afternoon sun.
All to soon we found ourselves back on the road and made our way back
to the car park. What a difference from when we had left it, it was
deserted now! Now my feet had been really painful for the last few
hours but as soon as I took my boots off the fun really began. Way
back on Low Pike John had suggested that I tighten my laces to prevent
my heels from moving in my boots. Thanks to the locking lace system
on these boots I think that I had over tightened them and once laced
up they never loosened at all, the result of this was that I think
I cut of the blood circulation into my feet! When I removed my boots
my feet started to swell with the blood flow and I was reduced to a
physical wreck by the pain! I was in absolute agony, any problems that
I had before with my feet seemed like nothing compared to what I was
going through now! Due to the lateness of the hour everyone else wanted
to stop off somewhere for a bite to eat. We ended up in the Sun Inn
and I did somehow manage to hobble into the pub. Bank holiday Saturday
night and they had stopped serving food hours before!, what is this
country coming to? So instead of food we just had a drink. I needed
the toilet and found it really embarrassing trying to get up and make
it to the gents, I looked like a geriatric that had lost his zimmerframe!
The laughs and shouts of encouragement from the others did not help (why
would I expect anything else from them!) Leaving the pub was
another embarrassing experience for me, but I managed. Sarah took pity
on me and gave me some painkillers that she had, but they did not seem
to help. As we eventually arrived back at Preston John and Mike had
to carry all of my kit to my car and offered to drive me home or to
hospital (maybe they were concerned after all!) I
gracefully declined their offer and set off slowly back home. As soon
as I got home I fell into a hot bath and very soon after I started
to feel a lot better, maybe Sarah's painkillers had started to work!
Whatever the reason I was grateful, I even got a text message from
John asking if I was OK (what's going on, concern
and sympathy, wow, it must be my lucky day!) I think the others
really enjoyed the Fairfield Horseshoe, I certainly enjoyed most of
it, especially the views, but my abiding memory will be of the two
hour journey back home in absolute agony! On these long walks I am
really struggling with my feet, I've tried various combinations of
socks, new boots and still I struggle! Perhaps it is time to seek medical
advice now because I can not carry on being reduced to a cripple every
time at the end of these walks!
To confound matters even more two weeks
after completing this walk it was time for a weekend away in the
camping barn in Kentmere. After last years barn I had to promise
no walking up hills to get people to come! Mountain biking up hills
was this years event then , not far and not hard but at the end of
it my hands swelled up and caused me as much pain as my feet had
done! I am definitely worried now, there is something going on, a
trip to the doctors is definitely on the cards now! |
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GPSTracklog from todays walk
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