Finn and Susan’s big adventure - Day 1 – Sunday 16 May 2010 – Langdon Beck to Dufton - 13 miles

Finn and I had an early night yesterday after our drive up from Norwich. Quite apart from anything else, it was freezing and I just wanted to be in my sleeping bag. Unfortunately, so did Finn!

I woke a couple of times in the night to hear rain pattering on our tent roof so wasn’t at all surprised to find drizzle when we finally surfaced and drove to Langdon Beck, the start of the second half of the Pennine Way.

After a couple of miles the sun finally broke through and luckily our climb up Cauldron Snout waterfall was relatively pain and stress free. There were a couple of moments when Finn couldn’t climb up some particularly steep boulders, so we perfected a manoeuvre whereby he launched himself and I grabbed his collar and pulled him up. It wasn’t pretty! And also that was the only time I kept ahead of him all day!

My guidebook advised against doing today’s walk in the rain if at all possible as there was a lot of rock hopping which gets pretty slippery. My book also helpfully told me to avoid twisted ankles and broken hips on this section. Gee thanks!

Once we crossed the Maize Beck and stopped to chat to a group of four walkers who were carrying all their camping gear, the rain started to come down again and I’d even got my gloves on at this time as it was so cold and very misty. However, as soon as I could see the beginnings of High Cup Nick, the sun came out again – what a view! Absolutely stunning – I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it. It was here that my ‘phone started beeping to indicate the first signal in twenty-four hours so I rang Mum and Dad to tell them how amazing it was. They were even more amazed as they were convinced I’d gone to Cornwall!

I ‘phoned a local taxi firm to arrange a lift from Dufton back to Langdon Beck and I made the Stag Inn in Dufton with an hour to spare. All my fears about Finn playing up in pubs were unfounded – he was so tired that he just laid down and didn’t even lift his head when people came to make a fuss of him.

I chatted to a group of half a dozen cyclists who’d been cycling the Pennine Cycle Way this weekend, and also to another Pennine Wayer who still had twenty miles to go. He was also carrying all his gear and was disappointed that the village shop was shut as he had no tea. I donated two bread rolls and a tin of tuna to him – my good deed for the day. He offered to buy me a pint, but, sadly, as if on cue, my taxi had turned up.

So a really brilliant day – lots to see and not too much climbing – which is just how we like it!

Tristan/Steve's Coast to Coast May 2010

After the planning and booking up in January, the time had come for Steve and Tristan to attempt Wainwrights Coast to Coast walk. The principle was simple, train to St.Bee's, carry our stuff in a backpack and walk from the west to east coast in 11 days staying in B&B's, then train back, sounds pretty straight forward doesn't it? Most people aim to do it in 14 days, we chose the faster 11 day itinerary as the former have several small stages and the thought of spending time in the pub from mid afternoon on multiple days seemed too much of a challenge!!!

So on Saturday 15th May we sped northwards on the train via Peterborough, Newcastle and Carlisle. Time passed quickly and a glimpse of Hadrians Wall was a first for us both. I had pondered as the train transversed from one coast to the other, is if we walked up and down the carriage at the same time, could we say we had already walked it? But that would be cheating! The railway hugs the coastline in the final section so saw spectacular views of the coast and Irish Sea, so whetted our appetite. As did the Beer as we caught the second half of the FA cup final at St.Bee's followed by a cliff top walk and the first of many hearty meals.

Walking Day 1 - St.Bee's to Ennerdale Bridge 14 Miles (9am - 4pm) An early breakfast with 14 other C2Cer's in our Guest House saw good banter with expectations running high. Being possibly the most popular UK long distance walk you see a lot of familiar faces day in day out including people from the States, Canada and Australia. As tradition dictates, the pebbles were picked up from the beach and were soon tracking the cliffs northwards. The out line of the Isle of Man could be made out in the haze with sweeping views across the Solway Firth to Scotland. The busy bird colonies on the cliff ledges saw me doing my Bill Oddie bit giving Steve a crash course in identification so could impress his nephew Charlie on his return. After some 3-4 miles we finally turned eastwards down leafy lanes heading towards Dent Hill and the edge of the Lake District. Walking was good, weather bright and sunny, the back pack taking some getting used to (for me), especially getting through kissing gates, but all was rosy! The ascent of Dent Hill got the lungs working but at 352 metre's this would prove to be a mole hill! All C2C walkers are equipped with an assortment of books and maps but comically certain directions at certain points were ambiguous and would see a group of people scratching heads before making their decisions which invariable were not always the same! Soon enough we were in Ennerald Bridge and our next B&B, the Cloggers. Blisters, Tristan 1 Steve 0, A village pub crawl ensued, well there was two!

Walking Day 2 - Ennerdale Bridge to Borrowdale 16 - 18 Miles!!! (9am - 8pm) Waking to a mixture of sunshine and cloud, we were going to make major inroads into the Lake District today. Early on, the route skirted Ennerdale Water with picture postcard views. The path was narrow and steep in places with no beach as such and taught us to find our centre of gravity with the back packs. By the time we reached the meadows the other end, the clouds around the peaks have lifted so decision time, traditional C2C route or the alternative high route along the Red Pike ridge. Steve could feel pressure points on the feet so left the decision which route to take with him. Yes you guessed it, high route we went! The ascent from 150m to 755m was steep and tough with back packs and took 1.5 Hours but the reward was high. Spectacular views all around. Although speaking to Susan (mobile) found her on Helvellyn waving at us which made us laugh. Trouble was we didn't have a clue which peak it was so a 360 wave back had to do! Susan also had great joy telling us she was at a higher altitude than us, how is it women always have the last say? We now tracked the ridge to High Style (807m) and High Crag (744m) but with lots of shattered rock making uneven paths, great care was needed and sapped the energy levels. Going down the last was hell on a very steep scree covered path, it was already 4pm, the book never suggested it would be this hard. So came the revelation from Steve, he just didn't have the leg strength to get up the next, Haystacks and feared his feet where in a bad way. A quick conflab with three passing walkers identified a major path to Gillerthwaite on the shores of Buttermere. So Steve decided to make his way to here then to give Susan a shout on her mobile (as she was meeting us that evening whilst heading North on her Pennine trek) to get a lift as she was bound to have a signal in Patterdale. We didn't have a signal at that time as in a dip. I was hesitant about what to do as the rule is normally not to split, but the weather was cloudless, the path/route for Steve straight forward, who was keen for me to keep to the route, being only day 2. So deciding the risk of anything bad happening was negligible, we split singing "We'll meet gain", that's boys for you! So being a Goat (Capricorn), I scaled Haystacks quite quickly although it was a clamber over boulders (harder than Yorkshire 3 peaks) and could see Steve making his way towards the lake. No mobile signal was worrying but found my way to the Honition Slate mines with little trouble then down to Borrowdale and our next B&B some 2.5 hours later. Went wrong at the end as came across a stream but had no intention doubling back and skipped across the stones with just wet boots at the end.

Got to the B&B to find Steve wasn't there? That's not good. Using the B&B landline rang both Steve's and Susan's mobiles which went straight to voice mail. It must of sounded strange, "Susan, I've lost Steve" especially as it was only the second walking day! What now, only one thing, go to the pub...... no, not to do what you are thinking but to ring a Taxi. Its going to cost a bit she said on the phone, I'm don't care I replied, be one with you in 15 minutes was the answer. I had concluded he was either sat at Gillerthwaite knowing I would get to him eventually, walking his way back or had been abducted by Aliens. As I started to walk out Susan walked in (who had seem me walk in from the car park whilst sorting out Finn), however a moment of hope turned to disappointment when my question do you have Steve gave a bemused look. So after canceling the Taxi, we jumped into Susan's car and within some 5-10 minutes of driving, there was Steve with that northern grin and that "what's all the fuss about" air about him. Yes he had sat down, patched his feet with compeed and walked the road route some 2-3 extra miles to mine. What a start to the walk, it was only day two! As to the blister count, I declared Steve the overall winner for the trip already, there was no chance I could ever emulate those feet?

Walking Day 3 - Borrowdale to Patterdale 20+ Miles (8.30am - 7pm) We had stayed at the National Trust Nook Farm in Rosthwaite (Borrowdale), a place in a time warp with ancient carpets and brass bedsteads and awoke to more amazing weather. The whole area is protected to maintain the effect with stone walls, sheep in the fields and buildings in traditional stone. Something else which needed protecting was Steve feet with the realisation he wouldn't be able to walk today a bitter blow particularly as so soon into the walk. But Steve had walked the next stage in his Airforce days and hopefully a day of rest would see him able to resume the following day. So with some apprehension and sadness I waved to Steve stood by the window and headed off up the valley leaving him to form a strategy and work out logistics. Today was always going to be a big day, most split this part into two although Wainwright has it as one plus you have the choice to do Helvellyn and Striding Edge. Of all the days, this is the one I wanted with good weather. So with a purpose in my stride, up to Lining Crag and Greenup Ridge I went. Every few minutes a photo stop was demanded while another scramble to the ridge got the heart pumping hard. The way across the bog was haphazard and twice the leading leg disappeared to the knee in the mud but soon was making my way to the valley to the quintessential English town of Grasmere. By late morning I was having a pot of Tea and Tea Cakes feeling pleased with myself. So thinking it was 10.45 I rang Steve and Susan to see what they were up to. I remarked on how I couldn't work out how I managed to this initial 9 miles so quick as they had mentioned initially they might meet me at Grasmere at 2pm, but I advised I would be well gone by then as would be back on the trail by 12.30. What I didn't know that my watch had stopped and it was actually 12.30 when I spoke to them. But neither twigged and told me I was being a daft beggar and only realised while visiting the grave of Wordsworth later. When I caught sight of the church clock, it was now 1.30pm, doh! Feeling rather flustered I headed out of Grasmere with this section according to the book being one of the easiest. As I went up numerous steep which were like Malham but five times as long, abusive words directed at the author entered my head, easy, my ****! A Peregrine Falcon being chased by a Raven was a slight distraction, but the muttering soon started again!

Finally around 3.15pm I reached the Tarn and decision time, do I carry on to Patterdale down the Valley or veer off to Helvellyn and the fabled Striding Edge. The last stage with the back pack had been hard especially after the tough walk the day before but while scoffing my sandwiches I kept remembering people saying that weather like this was a rarity not the norm. I had to do it although it would be a late finish. The climb from 534 metres to 858 metres was steep and slow but once at altitude a sudden roar and a grab for the camera caught this picture. Will let you guess but will say that Susan's guess of a Killer Whale isn't right, especially as it was taken at 2800 feet above sea level! The views were to die for as I went higher and higher and by 4.30pm I was there, on the third highest summit of England, Helvellyn.

I loitered for a while to soak up the views but now it was show time, Striding Edge, was initially confused as there are two ridges which look similar, but then realised it was the one the other walkers were avoiding! My first reaction was how the hell do I get onto to it, the answer was simple, you scramble down, again not easy with a back pack so easy does it. Very tentatively made it to the gap to the ridge where you look down to scree below. Hmm, can see why this is isn't for the faint hearted! My first problem was working out how to traverse it as I couldn't see anyone on it. Clambered to the Apex but this couldn't be right, this would take ages and would be far too dangerous? Then spied a path, so back down off the apex, deep breath, across the gap with the scree dropping below and was there. Probably make it sound more dramatic then it is, but for me, it had the adrenalin pumping, thats for sure. Taking it nice and easy got to the other end of the ridge, now a hours slog descending down to Patterdale. A school boy error saw me forgetting to fill up with water at Grasmere so thought a packet of Gummy Bears (jelly sweets) would get rid of a dry mouth. As I reached Patterdale I lost the path but could see the road I needed to reach so cut across fields downwards feeling despondent. Suddenly I could see a figure sat by the road in red. It couldn't be, it was, it was Steve, my spirits lifted. I did a happy dance on the bridge (Steve was obviously worried the bridge would collapse, see photo) and we were soon reunited. Steve first reaction was my lips were all chapped and looked a right mess (again can just make it out on the photo). Around 10 minutes later we were at the B&B, and a look in the mirror saw the lips were encircled by a band of brown which on investigation was caused by the Gummy Bears residue, so that was a relief, as it wiped of instantly but it had looked daft! What a day, hard but rewarding, there was steam coming off my feet as I removed the boots. The shower was heaven but spotting electronic scales, curiosity got the better of me, but they came up as ERR, what are they trying to say, I'm too fat, maybe Steve's concern over the bridge weight restriction was correct! Didn't care, off to pub where we met up with Susan (now in Heidi mode) for the final time for dinner, as she was due to head north the next day.



Walking Day 4 - Patterdale to Shap 16 Miles (8.40 to 17.35) The guide book was full of cheer today, this is the stage which would cause us to curse Wainwright and to burn our boots afterwards! At Home Farm we soon polished off yet another Full English breakfast and put Steve's strategy into place, have his Backpack couriered by Sherpa to the next B&B so only had to walk with a day pack. Yes Steve was back in business. The Blue skies had been lost to peaks shrouded in clouds but at least it was still dry. The walk out of Patterdale was steep and as we gained height and entered the clouds, visibility was down to some 50 metres if lucky. Most walkers head off between 8-9am so its like a line of Ants leaving these stage posts. So navigation was by consensus as there was no way you could see any landmarks! For any doing the C2C and not doing the "add ons" Kidsty Pike at 780 metres is the highest you get. With no views to see, the descent saw us drop below the cloud level by midday and by 1pm were having our sandwiches by Haweswater. In some ways it was nice to see the hills in different weather conditions and to see how miserable the first 3 days could of been weather wise! The 2 hour trek along Haweswater (which serves as a reservoir for Manchester) is suppose to be the killer but found the scenery and the reflections in the near still water much to my liking. Although Steve did remark I did stumble a number of times but that was more down to the fatigue from the previous day. Suddenly the hills stopped and were greeted with green rolling countryside. We had left the Lake District, one National park down, two to go, result!The next couple of hours was easy going, spirits were high and conversation still flowing. It has to be said that Steve and I can be both absent minded at times which is great, as it means we can have a conversation several times and still think we are having it for the first time! As we came down towards the bank to Shap Abbey, I could see someone through the tree's which just looked like Susan but no dog so couldn't be, then Finn came into view, now that was a surprise! It transpired that Susan hadn't realised how close her next campsite was to our overnight stay until she pitched up. All I can say, good job the Pennine way is well sign posted and doesn't have to relie on geographical awareness! So yet again we decanted to the pub (Kings Arms) which happened to be our B&B with Susan joining us for dinner. I was happy as I ended up polishing off half of Susan's dinner as well as my own (sorry Finn)!

Walking Day 5 - Shap to Kirkby Stephens 21 Miles (8.20 to 16.30) If there was ever a comedy day, this was it and started at Breakfast. Sharing a room, we had gone through our normal "Morcambe and Wise" routine and sat down for breakfast. Half asleep, Tristan as normal headed for the cereal bowl and his weetabix only to sit down and cut it with a knife and fork! No, I need these for the fried breakfast, I use a spoon for this I blurted out. The damage was done, this had alerted Steve, it now had to be blogged! It was a long stage today, Tristan still had sore feet from his Lake District antics while Steve was still battling hard to keep the blisters from spreading with the use of Compeed. Crossing the M6, one of the main North-South Motorways gave the sense we were really making progress and a little diversion requested by Tristan to a Prehistoric Stone Circle saw Steve at the centre praying to the Compeed gods for good feet. I has already decided to buy shares in Compeed as when ever Steve walks the sale volumes go through the roof! Although I have to say. I do think part of the problem was the size of boulder Steve had chosen to transport from St.Bee's to Robin Hoods Bay (see picture)? A farm 8 miles into the walk serving beverages and tea cake was most welcomed and really got us into a positive mood and through the green rolling countryside amongst newly born calves we strutted. Eventually we got to Sunbiggin Tarn and then a period of road walking which is always hard on sore feet, but we were soon heading over Tarn Moor, the feet felt hot but progress was good. Looking across the valley it seemed we had broken the back of the walk. That's until Tristan rather preoccupied looking for Prehistoric rabbit hutches missed a stile! Half an hour later the realisation dawned something wasn't quite right. Despite having map extracts still unsure where we were so swallowing some pride asked a dog walker who had just appeared, excuse me, what's the name of the village down there? Lets just say we got to Kirkby Stephens at our expected time but just took an alternative look to have a look at a Victorian Train Viaduct and come into the town on the C2C cycle path!

It was 5pm, the feet were throbbing but we needed to sort out some washing before it closed, time to call our unofficial support crew (just like to say I didn't make the call). So over the horizon Susan and Finn galloped (well chugged I guess in the car) and before long had the rather surreal situation that I was having a shower, Steve was having afternoon tea in the drawing room of our rather elegant 3 story town house and Susan was in the Laundrette watching over our smalls! Now thats one thing she never imagined she would ever be doing? Apparently the transfer of these to the dryer was one of the most traumatic things she has ever had to do and was way beyond the call of duty. I'm sure we will be reminded for eternity! So yet again we retired to another "King Arms" with just one more observation. Someone washed all his day tops so went out in his pajama top. Wonder who that was, could be tricky to work out, lets see, I don't wear a T-shirt to bed...


Walking Day 6 - Kirkby Stephens to Gunnerside 19 Miles (8.45 to 18.00) It was while having breakfast in our elegant surroundings with some very seasoned walkers, that it became very apparent how easy it is to walk with very little gear, especially when we compared my backpack to theirs, live and learn as they say. So with sunny skies, and Steve's feed patched up, we walked into the yonder. It was a steep climb out of the market town as it was time to cross the Pennines in our relentless trek east and after today, we would of reached half distance. The nine standards soon came into view on top of a hill but we decided to take the low route to help Steve's feet, which again needed another repatching exercise. So around Hartley Moor we walked and into Yorkshire, the prodigal son returns! Soon we were passing Ravenseat walking along a ravine and Whitsundale Beck. Wainwath Falls was a lovely distraction as we headed into Keld. Most C2C trekkers were spending the night here (Keld), but we couldn't find any spare rooms back in January so another 6 miles for us. But at Keld we spotted a shop/cafe, yes, an Ice Cream stop! Then the heavens opened, the one and only time on the trip. After an hour and a cup of tea with no let up, there was nothing for it, waterproofs on. So yes, Yorkshire was treated to a vision in yellow! So whilst the rain fell (the first they have had for weeks), we made our way towards Muker where much of the James Herriot series were filmed. After a week, as you can imagine, the conversations were pretty random. With the burning issue of the moment being why doesn't the rain flood Rabbit Warrens and if it does, do they have underground reservoirs to catch it? Answer anyone? It has to be said, morale does drop when you are still walking at 6pm but after what seemed an eternity Gunnerside came into view and our B&B. I have never been so pleased to get the boots off. Luckily the Pub, yet another Kings Arms was only a few doors downs, just as well as the sensation your feet go through as they spread back out (after being in boots all days) is indescribable. Steve did a Benny Hill type run on the way back to reduce the contact on the ground while I had suggested we should learn to moonwalk for the same reasons. But as Steve's commented, we couldn't really walk the rest of the way to Robin Hoods Bays backwards?

Walking Day 7 - Gunnerside to Richmond 14.5 Miles (10.54 to 11.39) The last couple of hours the previous day's walk had seen some soul searching and the decision reached that today would be a rest day for us both. Steve was tempted to chop off his feet whilst Tristan, although not badly blistered seemed to have something going on with the sole of his left foot making it uncomfortable. Plus was mindful of 2x 23mile days coming up with temperatures of 27c forecasted. The end of the day it was a holiday not a challenge although a 11 day itinerary clearly was! At last I managed a good night sleep, don't know why, but had previously been waking up at 4.30am. Must of been the excitement of another foot destroying walk!!! As the Little Red Bus didn't leave until late morning (which incidentally wasn't red), a leisurely get up was the order of the day. Whilst eating our breakfast we could hear a bizarre conversation about a Mausey in the back garden? Even my interpreter (Steve) couldn't translate but it sounded comical. It turned out they were talking about a mole! So by midday we were in Richmond having drinks in the pub beer garden (where we were staying). The previous day when it rained, I thought my pack was waterproof but still some of the stuff got damp. Turns out there was a rain cover integrated into the top which needed deploying, second "doah" of the campaign, novice or what! So a day of trying to dry my things, resting the feet, reading news papers and restocking of Compeed prevailed. Plus Susan joined us again for the evening with hop along Finn.

Walking Day 8 - Richmond to Ingleby Arncliffe 23 Miles (8.15 to 16.35) The weather forecast was correct for once with blue skies and searing heat. Steve's feet were still not up to walking, with the priority being for Steve to walk the last stage into Robin Hood's Bay as a minimum. So I left my backpack to be transported with his and used his daysack. So over the Swale with Richmond Castle as a backdrop I walked out of the town. Walking was painful for the first 10 minutes but they soon warmed up and squiggled back into their "boot" shape and were back in business. Today would see the transit between the Yorkshire Dales National Park and the North Yorkshire Moors with not so much to marvel at today with flat fields and the walking from farm to farm. I only saw 3 walkers all day but the mind is always ticking over about all sorts. A conversation with Susan highlighted in such situation how she bursts into Hymn singing when walking alone. So started with "Onwards Christian Soldiers" but then realised I only knew 2 lines! Reverted to an old favorite, Bohemian Rhapsody but decided doing the air guitar bit in the middle would be difficult while carrying maps and books! So reverted to the usual "What makes people do this" debate entering my thoughts. Amanda/Marti, you don't have to tell me the answer, I've worked it out! So under the A1 at Catterick I went followed by solid progress while a phone call from Steve wanting an update of my position made it so obvious he was nearby, and sure enough he popped up with Susan just around the next corner. Even better, they later had an Orangeade waiting for me at the pub at Danby Wiske. I even broke out into a little run when I caught sight of it. Soon enough all that stood between me and the next B&B was the very busy A19, although by then, I couldn't manage a dash so had to be patient. Do you remember that old Computer game "Chicken"? It was like that! But a Magner's at the Bluebell Pub at Ingleby Cross with Steve then our landlady proving a Cream Tea on our arrival at our B&B was much appreciated. A walk to the pub for dinner later saw me do my Julian Clary impression and noticed a local smiling, guess they are used to it?

Walking Day 9 - Ingleby Arncliffe to Blakey (Church Houses) 23 Miles (8.55 to 17.06) Steve's feet were recovering but with another punishing 23 miler, thought better of it and not to risk, so hitched a lift with the Sherpa Van driver. This now makes Steve an expert regards where all the B&B are around Northallerton! A chat with other C2Cer's had alerted me to a series of 6 ups and downs so with some trepidation off I went. So up through the woods, along the Cleveland Way and onto the Moors with the most magnificent of views, as I walked the ridge looking down towards Middlesborough. On a crystal clear day it is said you can see the North Sea and Ingleborough, but today there was a haze. Enthralled by the views, a steady walk was not a problem and by early afternoon got to Clay Bank where most C2C'ers spend the night. Incidentally, two ladies who were at our previous B&B had left that morning before me, but had been surprised I hadn't caught up with them. When we saw them again on the last day, it transpires they got lost, walked 30 miles and didn't get there until 9pm that night. We weren't the only ones to have fun! So up across Urra Moor I went and flushed 2 groups of Red Grouse with their babies which were cute. Tracking across Blakey Ridge, Steve had briefed me on a side path I needed to take down into the Dale, as the traditional C2C stop was fully booked, but could I find it? So identifying where I needed to be, I made my way down steep slopes using my right to roam!!! Half expected a farmer to pop up with a shot gun and "Get off my Land". But after scaling several gates came out on the road and reached the B&B/Pub (seeing a pattern yet?) at 17:06, six minutes past my ETA so felt pretty pleased with myself. Forty six miles in two days, well pleased with that. However the bar was closed so a shower and chill out for an hour. Then had what was now my normal, a post walk Magners and Ice and you guessed it, yes after just two sips, "Steve, sorry mate but I really need to lay down". Will spare the details, but didn't embarrass myself this time and was OK after a couple of hours, but yes, I had done a "Tristan"! Never mind, by all accounts Steve had a good night tucking into his steak and listening to some real broad Yorkshire, being the Pub where the local farmers gathered.

Walking Day 10 - Blakey (Church houses) to Grosmont 13.5 Miles (9am to 14.50) Just two walking days left, we were getting really close and the best news of all, Steve was back on the trek. His new strategy with his feet (not the one where you chop them off) seemed to be working. I liked walking the last two days without a full backpack so we sufficed with one daysack between us which was ample. These walks were relatively short and passed through villages, not the long treks across the moors with no one in sight! We also persuaded the Landlady to give us a car ride back up to the ridge, which would save a lot of energy. Steve got in the back where the dogs go which of course led to the question, if Steve was a dog, what would his name be. Monty was her reply although she didn't agree with Steve's suggestion that he would be a Springer Spaniel! Because of our suicidal itinerary, it meant we would often leap frog people so catch up with new faces. Today saw us say hello several times to a group of ladies from California and another group what was to be known as the Wigan 11. Socially, this really is a great walk. So over High Blakey Moor we went, past Fat Betty and then walk along the length of, wait for it, Great Fryup Dale, I kid you not! At one point we got very close to Curlews (birds), they obviously had nests nearby. So down through Glaisdale and a Latte and Soup at the Arncliffe Arms (yes really back into civilisation now) for lunch. followed by a Photo stop at the Beggars Bridge, it wasn't long until we got into Grosmont, the home of the North Yorkshire Moors Railway. What can I say, boys being boys, we were soon breathing in the soot of passing steam trains and exploring the sheds, we were in the element and decided our Seaside day at the end would have to be a Steam Train day instead. Even better, our B&B was also a Tea Room, so after a Cream Tea (it was such a hard day), and a freshen up. Its was nice not to eat at a Kings Arms for a change. Yes you guessed it, it just had to be the Station Tavern, along with the Wigan 11 and the swapping of war stories. This was more like a holiday!

Walking Day 11 - Grosmont to Robin Hoods Bay 15.5 Miles (9am to 15:45) So the big day came, I have to say, I've never known a holiday to pass so quickly, then again I guess they were actioned packed and memorable for lots of reasons! Steve was still in fine form so off up the hill at Grosmont we went across Sleights Moor with views down to Whitby Abbey donning our "Tears for Beers" splinter group Polo Shirts! A descent to the delightful village of Littlebeck took us along May Beck and Falling Foss, what had been described as a spectacular waterfall, but the lack of rain robbed it of this accolade today. What was spectacular was sitting in the garden of nearby Midge Hall having the best Cream Tea of the campaign so far! There was no rush although Steve had predicted we would be at the Wainwright Bar at 15:45? Fed and watered, we somehow got across Sneaton Low Moor with a little head scratching and a request from me to Steve to slow down. He was like a Bunny on speed, I just couldn't keep up! I'm sure Wainwright planned this last part in a particular way on purpose as you see Whitby and the Sea most of the day, but when you hit the cliffs you still have some 3 miles to reach Robin Hoods Bay, it seemed an eternity. Rain had been forecasted, but yet again the sun shined for most of the day. But suddenly there is was, the walk down the hill. Things had gone a bit quiet as we both reflected on the last two weeks. I'm not known to get emotional but have to admit walking down the hill, all those miles, long days, aching feet, the highs and lows, I couldn't believe we were finally here. Steve also mentioned that he had spent the last hour reflecting, it had been some trip. So to the causeway by the the Bay Hotel we stopped, we could go no further, the tide was in. So in went Steve's pebble into the North Sea (sorry Marti!). I had picked up two originally but managed to lose one, so dipped my remaining one into the sea and brought it home as a keep sake (as well as a bit of Striding Edge, Honition Slate and Kidsty Quartz, thats why my pack weighed a tonne!). With pictures taken, we retired to the bar and ordered drinks and checked my watch. Don't know how Steve does it but it was 15:45. After filling in the C2C book (40+ finished that day) and swapping walking tales, a taxi back to our Lodgings in Whitby and World Famous Fish and Chips seemed to be a fitting end of the day.

So there you have it, the following day was spent on a Steam Train on a return trip from Whitby and Pickering. Never have I seen Steve with such a big smile while traveling on the steam train plus we also did a train change at the Harry Potter/Aidenfield (Heartbeat) station! A pub quiz in the evening saw us come 2nd out of 7 which left us amazed, while a Chinese meal made a change from pub grub.

So would I do one again, even though one of my toe nails fell off when I got home? Well I went a novice and came back enlightened to the do's and dont's so if I were to say, does anyone fancy taking a week off and doing Hadrians Wall, I would sign up in an instance, I even have a book! But I do know we were so lucky with the weather. Although the rest of the gang all seem to be volunteering for support crew duties nowadays. Steve did say he would contemplate a walk as long as it was no longer than 15 miles and not before 2013! He also said at the end "we had a blast" and I agree totally. One to reflect on for years to come I suspect.

How to ramble .....

I've recently read a really funny article about rambling and laughed out loud at some of the comments - thought you might like to share it ..... (it's quite scary how true some of this is .....)

One of the unintended consequences of cutbacks in rail services has been the relentless rise in rambling. When there are few trains to spot, dull people start walking around aimlessly and inevitably start rambling.

Ramblers have boiled sweets in flavours so repulsive you'd rather eat your own leg in an emergency situation. They wear high tech anoraks that wick heat and moisture away from their bodies and release it into the noses of other ramblers. Ramblers have big boots. This is to stop them falling over when they've had their second pint of real ale at the end of their epic four mile ramble.

Ramblers travel in packs and are always led by a man or woman with a beard and a big knobbly stick. He's known as Ramblo. Ramblers have maps in perspex holders (so they won't get soaked by all the moisture being wicked away from their bodies). With these detailed maps and large compasses, they can work out that they're three hundred yards from the car park.

Ramblers engage in conversation when they walk, and it's no surprise that they tend to ramble. In any pack of ramblers you'll have someone who knows a bit about birds, someone who knows a bit about plants, and someone who knows a bit about soils. The upshot of this is that you can't move five yards without one of them piping up with a half hour lecture on the fascinating clays that everyone's big boots are currently sinking into.

Ramblers love unspoilt countryside, and sometimes you can spot great packs of brightly coloured ramblers grinding through the country getting the maximum enjoyment from it. Ramblers think that the best way of seeing the country is to walk directly behind some achingly dull cagouled idiot for six hours.

You can always tell a rambler because they're dressed for the Himalayas. They're the ones carrying the emergency bivouac, Primus stove and distress flares on the Thames towpath. Long distance paths do a great service to society by keeping ramblers in remote parts of the country for extended periods and well away from normal people.

Defeated by the Angles Way .....

Finn and I were having a day on the Angles Way today from Earsham (near Bungay) to Harleston - only eleven miles and flat - lovely, just how we like it!

As we walked through a meadow alongside a river, we were soon thwarted though after only three miles to discover the bridge that we needed to cross was no longer there :-( We retraced our steps and tried to find another path to link up with the footpath so that we could carry on, but were out of luck there also - the field was criss crossed with electric fences and was just too much of an obstacle. Added to this, Finn had by now rolled in at least four cowpats so I couldn't imagine that any bus/taxi driver would let us within fifty yards of their vehicle. Time to call it a day and head back to the car.

So the day's plan was then redrawn and a diversion was made via a garden centre for compost and a fun afternoon ensued in the garden building more brick walls and planting out shrubs.

And, although the walk was aborted, I still maintain I DID my eleven miles today, most of them chasing Finn around the garden to give him a bath. Bloody dog!

Yorkshire 3 peaks - The walkers tale

Finally the long awaited day had come, the drive up to the Dales for the the Yorkshire 3 peaks challenge. Late afternoon 3 cars descended onto Kearstwick and our base camp. OK will come clean, nothing like Everest Base Camp but a rather posh 5 bedroom cottage, but the trepidation was there for some! After a gossip catch up with Rachel about the Lotus F1 team a walk down to the Orange Tree to satisfy rumbling tummies was next on the agenda and arrival of Amanda and Marti. Their late departure saw them stuck in traffic and had tried to contact us on 3 separate mobiles, but all went to voice mail for various reasons. My voice mail went something along the lines of we are passing Maidstone, going to be late, will introduce myself properly when I see you but I am sensible, followed by which button do I press to stop this message? Yes we had our first taste of Marti, a new addition to the "Tears for Bears" family. The girls duly arrived (via Aberdeen apparently) and tucked in to some decent grub. We must of cleared the pub out of Gammon Steaks? Once again Jocky didn't clear his plate, his reputation is fading fast!

So Saturday morning dawned to a frost and by 7am where up and out and on the road to Horton. Amanda and Karren as support crew, the rest starting the walk. Met up with Ian and Rob and at 7.50am passed the Cafe, we were off! Ian had done this several times before although as it turned out there were loads of people, obviously a popular challenge, so as long as the others knew where they were going we could be sheep and follow them! Our challenge was to do the 3 peaks which entailed a 24.5 mile circuit in under 12 hours.

So up to Pen-y-ghent (694 metres - 2,276 feet) we went, quickly the layers started to be removed and the first emergency of the day. Marti needed a hair band! But thanks to Jocky's TA training, a toggle off the rucksack was used to manufacture a solution, sorted! With Finn leading the way we soon reached the base of the scramble. Ian by now was convinced I was a Japanese Tourist (taking pictures), but as the rest know, I do have fun playing with the results! So up we went, peak one, time for Rachel to exorcise her demons. On trail trekkers the words of "never again" were uttered. Didn't seem as bad this time or maybe it was because we hadn't been walking 10 hours beforehand? Finally we where there, all present and correct. With Blue skies, you could see for miles, truly breath taking thanks to the views and the wind!!! Gazing across to Whernside (peak number 2), it seems absolute miles, but the Viaduct could be seen and would be our first support crew stop.

So down Pen-y-ghent we go across a boggy bit and a good pace in glorious sunshine with all in good spirits. Pace was good, actually very good so a text sent to say we would arrive early. But mobile reception was soon lost again and on arrival at Ribblehead (midday), no sign of the support crew. But Jocky and his full size rucksack which had everything bar the kitchen sink produced some goodies. The sight if the Princess Elizabeth steam train crossing the viaduct got the boys dashing for there camera's and a reminder that I had a thigh strain and shouldn't of done that! The arrival of the girls and grub saw Ian and Rob look flabbergasted, they obviously hadn't heard about our feasts but didn't turn down the opportunity to replenish the spent calories. Rachel decided to give her knee a rest and join us for the third peak so the girls retired to the pub and rest of us set off.

Along the railway, past a small waterfall and then up a long constant incline to the Whernside ridge, the highest point of Yorkshire (736 metres - 2,415 feet). Many found this hard going, looking up ahead, people looked like ants but bit by bit up we went. Finn was going strong and got the impression was taking Susan for a walk, not the other way around, while Steve had a family reunion! Eventually we reach the top, it was 2.15pm, Pen-y-ghent was on the horizon. Seemed difficult to believe we had waked all that way. Reaching this point raised the spirit and looking across to Ingleborough, we had a real purpose in our step. But when ever you go up, you have to go down, unless you have an helicopter ( But as Rachel had pointed out earlier, we should be careful as the rescue helicopter was grounded, thats thinking ahead for you!!!) so had no choice and as many found this the worst bit. The next pub stop was reached and surprise surprise inside was the support crew who didn't move an inch and bunged us the car keys to resupply!

So to the final stage, Susan's knee's where not happy so decided to call it a day as did Rachel. Marti who had never walked more than 16 miles and thought she would do one peak, possibly two at a push, now had a decision? But this was helped along by the announcement by Amanda there was now no room left in the car for anyone else! So after declaring Marti an honorary boy much to her dismay. Ian, Rob, Steve, Tristan, Jocky and Marti set off for the final peak, it was now 4.10pm, 3 hours 40 minutes left.

In many ways Ingleborough looks the most imposing. At 723 metres 2,372 feet its only 44 feet lower and there is no obvious way up. But as you got nearer most of us took a gulp as we could just make out the zigzag path up, if Rachel had seen that, that would of been an instant 180 degree's turn! But we hadn't come all this way to turn back now and up close it wasn't so daunting although a number of brief stops on the way up helped and actually scaled it in 14 minutes. We were there, on the top plateau, looking like a lunar landscape. A last climb saw us to a wind break and the trig point, We had done it! Although for one member this didn't sink in for several minutes!!! Of course by now we had become cocky, no peak was too high and we demanded a 4th! But looking at the watch needed to get back to Horton.

The decent was a tricky at first but became easier with Jocky suddenly demanding that we opened out our legs further! By this time of the day, the team joke was that Marti, how can we put it, has something to say about everything! But determined to prove this was untrue went on a silence which would last until we got to the pub, an hour away. Difficult to convey in a Blog but we had great fun trying to make Marti say something be it via phantom phone calls demanding her attention to sudden off the cuff remarks. But as hard as we tried, we kept failing. Steve treated us to one if his Happy Dances, so asked Marti if she had one. A dead fly impression in silence prevailed and had us in stitches plus the walkers following us! So through the Limestone pavement we went, still trying to get Marti to speak as well as trying to give Jocky the run around and before we knew it Horton was in sight. We had hit the village and reached the cafe at 11 hours and 35 minutes. Ha, no problem, call that a challenge!

Said good bye to Ian and Rob (Marti was still in silence and felt a bit embarrassed) so made our way to the pub. A freelander passed and thinking it was them (Ian/Rob), we all waved, but it wasn't, the occupants must of been well confused? So to the door Marti sprints, challenge completed, words of joy followed by the dead fly impression with full sound affects surrounded by loads of walkers, classic!

Suitably refreshed and no "Tristans" having taken place back to the cottage to find the girls had run out of wine, so all in all an excellent time was had by all! The following day it has to said, Jocky was doing a good impression of John Wayne and Marti had found a way to go down stairs side ways quite elegantly. Such are the sacrifices on a Tears for Beers weekend. Another classic which for me, will remember for ever... :o)

Yorkshire Three Peaks Weekend

The weekend started for Marti and I after an early shift at work where I learnt a new nursing skill I was desperate to practice on the walking team - enemas!!!!

The journey north was fairly eventful, punctuated by Marti forgetting to tell me where to come off the motorway because she had climbed into the backseat to liberate her chipsticks from the boot because they were taunting her, and several near misses due to being unable to find the directions, the map, Steve's email instructions and finally my phone. Eventually this was found under the passenger seat and we left several voicemail messages for the team informing them of our progress which for some reason caused a certain amount of hysteria on our part. Finally at around 9pm we arrived at the pub following a detour via Aberdeen and Maidstone.

Saturday morning saw us all up bright and early and on our way to the starting point. In order to foster team spirit, the walkers all travelled together in Jocky's car and Karran and I (aka support crew extraordinaire) followed in mine, desperately trying to keep up. I'm sure Jocky sees himself as Emerson Fitipaldi!

At first Karran and I were nervous about spending the day together as we had nothing really in common - apart from being born 3 days apart; being mothers of twins; working in social/healthcare settings; having not the slightest intention of walking this (or any other) weekend; not paying any attention to Jocky when he is telling us where to go or following his directions..... In fact, neither of us could actually remember how we got to the starting point because we were too busy nattering and not paying attention to the route!

After a fond farewell (!) Karran and I breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the cottage (which we would never have found without purloining Jocky's SatNav) to make the sandwiches and pasta salads and to pack my car with sustenance. We also decorated the cottage with (pink) balloons and banner for Rachel's surprise birthday party later that evening.

Good progress was made over Pen-y-Ghent and Karran and I were summonsed 90 minutes early, so after a quick pit stop in Kirby to buy batteries, jelly babies, deep heat and drugs, we travelled to the meeting point at the Ribblehead Viaduct. This journey was not pleasant and ended with me falling out with the SatNav because the snarky bitch kept telling me to 'turn round immediately' and to 'learn to drive'. I'm not kidding.

After a quick refuel, the walkers continued on to Peak No 2 minus Rachel who had been medically retired from taking any further part in the proceedings. Karran, Rachel and I made the executive decision to wait in the pub rather than return to the cottage where we spent a pleasant couple of hours in front of the fire waiting for Whernside to be conquered. (Well I think it was Whernside - I did check with one of the walkers and was told ' I think it was Whernside but you better check with someone who gives a sh1t. All I know is that I didn't like it!)

Susan was medically retired at the next pit stop and so Karran and I did our St John's Ambulance bit and took Rachel, Susan and Finn back to the cottage to rest and recuperate. As a nurse I was extremely worried about their hydration levels and not wanting another 'Tristan' incident, I immediately prescribed them 5 bottles of wine to be consumed before Steve, Jocky, Tristan and Marti returned to base camp, triumphant at having conquered all 3 peaks in under 12 hours.

Following a raucous dinner of steak cobblers, followed by spotted dick and birthday cake we all eventually retired to bed. All in all a fantastic weekend!

Over to one of the walkers for their perspective......

Barcelona!

After Susan's week of Arctic survival training back in February in Yorkshire. It was my time to do something slightly different so to keep the "Tears for Beers" tradition going! This time in the shape of the Barcelona Marathon, OK I did one back in September, but believe me it gets no easier for number two, as you know what's coming!

Training was suppose to be 15 week training program starting in December tailored for a 3 Hour 30 finish time, but thanks to work, missed the first two weeks, followed by another 10 days over Xmas/new year thanks to the snow and ice. But got stuck in as best I could. This was harder than last time as included efforts. I consider it all as an effort, but to the club runners it's silly things like running up and down hills multiple times, doing stop start circuits all stuff to improve your speed. I'm not a club runner so headed off by myself in my own MP3 world. For January all it seemed to do is make my legs continually ache and was a test on motivation, training on cold, dark, icy nights is not fun. But February saw the benefits and smashing 4 minutes off my half marathon time on a training run. Maybe 3.30 would be feasible although I boycotted the last few training runs as felt continually tired this couldn't be right?

So there I stood at the Placa Espanya, Barcelona at 8.25 on Sunday the 7th March with just 5 minutes to go. Some 12 thousand runners but as I had a previous time could start further down the start grid. The previous 3 days had seen 12 hours days exploring what is a wondrous city with so much on offer, probably walked a marathon in those days, just couldn't miss out.

Decision time, I had made the discovery a couple of weeks before that if I got 3Hr 15 would have a good chance to get a "good for age" entry into the London marathon so bypassing the ballot and probable future disappointment. That was a different training plan, but what the hell, what did I have to lose?

So the gun went off, this time was over the start after 3 minutes, a little quicker than the 14 minutes at Berlin and looking at the stat's was in 3012 position wise. Still congested for the first few minutes, but a good pace as we headed off to towards the Nou Camp stadium (Barcelona FC). Was trying to catch the 3.15 pace maker so made my way through the masses getting to 2129 by 5km, caught and past the 3.45 pace maker then the 3.30 pace maker by the 10km mark. Feeling fine, no clocks on the course so hadn't a clue how fast I was going but still overtaking. By 15km was up to 1859. I could now see the 3.30 pace maker and his attached balloon ahead and was slowly closing in. By this time we had rounded the Nou Camp and were almost coming back on ourselves and yes passed the roundabout which we went around at the start, that isn't that motivating! The course now headed into the new Barcelona past Gaudi's La Pedrera although I didn't notice it, concentrating on the running to much, but couldn't help but gaze at the unfinished cathedral (Sagrada Familla) on the way past. Was now the furthest point away from the start and the half marathon point and a long walk back if I gave up now! But was only some 10 seconds behind the pacemaker and half way on 1.34.31, wow still felt good, if I kept this on would be sub 3.10!

So down we went towards the shore but just couldn't catch that extra 10 seconds to get to the Pacemaker. But I started 3 minutes after him so had this in hand. I could do this. The 30Km point came (18 miles) and feeling a bit tired but not bad and was in the 1758 which was going to be my best position. Suddenly the 3.15 pace maker stopped for a loo stop, I was ahead of him! But five minutes later he sprinted past and caught his balloon on a traffic light and burst, I couldn't identify him now in the crowd. But then it happened, I slowed a bit and tried to pick up the pace but I couldn't, however hard I tired. OK, hang in there I have 3 minutes in hand. Then a board only 10km to go, that 6 miles, thats just a local circuit at home. I was now tracking 30 seconds a km slower. Past the Port Olimpic we go through the Arc de Triomf and down the La Rambla the most famous street in Barcelona. Just 5km now. But what happened at Berlin with 1km to go hit me at 5km, this was the runners wall! Its different for everyone, but for me was running but falling asleep at the same time. The eye lids were very heavy, guess it was the body shutting down. Some people were walking, but I mustn't, I would never get going again. It seemed l I was running backwards as people over took. This was hell! looking at the stat's the last 5km took 8 minutes longer than the other 5km segments and dropped 300 places, I had a dread that that the 3.30 pacemaker would pass me any time. But then the finish, I had made it 3.23, 27 minutes better than last time.

As expected, the legs seized straight away, got the medal, gulped down 3 cups of energy drink and lots of fruit. By the time I got to the bag storage, walking was a challenge. But there you go, done and despite thinking "why am I doing this to myself" at the time, look back at it with some pride. After a marathon you are absolutely starving (having burnt 4000+ calories) so headed off and after months of healthy eating indulged in Kentucky Fried Chicken! So after getting back to my room for a shower and rest, yes did venture back down, it would of been a waste not to? Despite some strange looks regards my walking technique! To be honest it the next day which is the worst.

So will I do another another, I suspect so, London is my aim, but won't decide for a while, got a Yorkshire 3 peaks and Coast to Coast to keep me fit in the mean time. That will do for now :o)