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ilanaramaOn our "Connoisseur's Coast-to-Coast" walk, in addition to skipping the less interesting bits of the standard C2C route, we would also have the opportunity to walk in additional places that are not on the standard route. Our itinerary included two extra days in Glenridding for optional things; naturally, Britt and I chose to Walk More!
On the morning of the first layover day, the group boarded the Ullswater 'Steamer' (the quote mark is part of the name, I guess because the boats are not, technically, steamers, but are powered by diesel engines) for a lovely ride across the long and skinny (9 miles by 0.75 mile) lake. Most of the group disembarked at Howtown, for a ~7-mile walk back along a lake track; Britt, Kris, Aleta and I opted to ride all the way to the far end of the lake, which would give us a total hike of 12.3 miles (by my GPS). (You can see a schematic map here; we followed the rightmost purple line to Howtown, then followed the trails which run close to the lakeshore back to Patterdale, and then along the road to Glenridding.)
We walked through the small town of Pooley Bridge, following the somewhat confusing signs until we found the 'bridle path'. This designation (as opposed to 'footpath') means that mountain bikes are allowed, and we certainly saw quite a few along our way back to Glenridding. Of course the original meaning of the term is also valid, and we saw a couple of people on horseback as well, along with a small herd of Fell ponies, the Lake District's local horse breed. They were quite friendly, so we assume they were not wild but simply turned out to graze on the commons.
The pathway we walked on was broad and solid; it was originally a Roman road known as the High Street. At the Cockpit, a circle of fairly small stones - not particularly impressive other than by its mere existence as something put in place by people a long time ago - we turned off the Roman road and onto a more quotidian path which slowly brought us back toward the lake. We ate our lunches amidst grazing sheep, looking out over the blue water.
Gradually the broad fields on both sides gave way to forest and old stone buildings. At Howtown we crossed the road which had run along the first part of the lake; now we were directly along the lake shore on an often-rocky path which wound up and down the hillside which forms the bowl of the glacier-carved lake.
By the time we reached Patterdale we had hiked nearly 12 miles and were ready for refreshment! A man on the boat had recommended the White Lion Inn as a good 'free house' (that is, not tied to a particular brewery, and more likely to have local real ale). Their 'White Lion Ale', brewed by Tirril Brewery, really hit the spot - light and yeasty and fruity and yummy. (I found it very cool that most pubs served their various cask ales in branded glasses for the appropriate brewery. I've never seen that in the US!)
Then it was time to head back to the hotel for a shower and dinner. It was still light when we'd finished eating, so Britt and I took a stroll around Glenridding, which we hadn't yet really had the chance to see. It's a cute town, though there's a distinct separation between the stone B&Bs and vacation rentals of the highly touristy town center and the simpler, more modern rowhouses where the actual residents live. Unsurprisingly it is a huge local tourism destination, and as we were there during a sunny summer weekend, there were lots and lots of tourists. But who can blame them?
14 photos, no nattering
On the morning of the first layover day, the group boarded the Ullswater 'Steamer' (the quote mark is part of the name, I guess because the boats are not, technically, steamers, but are powered by diesel engines) for a lovely ride across the long and skinny (9 miles by 0.75 mile) lake. Most of the group disembarked at Howtown, for a ~7-mile walk back along a lake track; Britt, Kris, Aleta and I opted to ride all the way to the far end of the lake, which would give us a total hike of 12.3 miles (by my GPS). (You can see a schematic map here; we followed the rightmost purple line to Howtown, then followed the trails which run close to the lakeshore back to Patterdale, and then along the road to Glenridding.)
We walked through the small town of Pooley Bridge, following the somewhat confusing signs until we found the 'bridle path'. This designation (as opposed to 'footpath') means that mountain bikes are allowed, and we certainly saw quite a few along our way back to Glenridding. Of course the original meaning of the term is also valid, and we saw a couple of people on horseback as well, along with a small herd of Fell ponies, the Lake District's local horse breed. They were quite friendly, so we assume they were not wild but simply turned out to graze on the commons.
The pathway we walked on was broad and solid; it was originally a Roman road known as the High Street. At the Cockpit, a circle of fairly small stones - not particularly impressive other than by its mere existence as something put in place by people a long time ago - we turned off the Roman road and onto a more quotidian path which slowly brought us back toward the lake. We ate our lunches amidst grazing sheep, looking out over the blue water.
Gradually the broad fields on both sides gave way to forest and old stone buildings. At Howtown we crossed the road which had run along the first part of the lake; now we were directly along the lake shore on an often-rocky path which wound up and down the hillside which forms the bowl of the glacier-carved lake.
By the time we reached Patterdale we had hiked nearly 12 miles and were ready for refreshment! A man on the boat had recommended the White Lion Inn as a good 'free house' (that is, not tied to a particular brewery, and more likely to have local real ale). Their 'White Lion Ale', brewed by Tirril Brewery, really hit the spot - light and yeasty and fruity and yummy. (I found it very cool that most pubs served their various cask ales in branded glasses for the appropriate brewery. I've never seen that in the US!)
Then it was time to head back to the hotel for a shower and dinner. It was still light when we'd finished eating, so Britt and I took a stroll around Glenridding, which we hadn't yet really had the chance to see. It's a cute town, though there's a distinct separation between the stone B&Bs and vacation rentals of the highly touristy town center and the simpler, more modern rowhouses where the actual residents live. Unsurprisingly it is a huge local tourism destination, and as we were there during a sunny summer weekend, there were lots and lots of tourists. But who can blame them?
14 photos, no nattering