Day three, and it was set to be my most ambitious but when I poked my head outside the tent in the morning it was overcast and raining…..when I had last checked the forecast it was set to be fine….never trust the forecasters. So I wandered down to the information centre in the village to get the latest weather update and it said come 12pm it would clear up and be fine for the rest of the day so we decided (when I say we, I consulted the dog briefly) to cheat a little and get the midday bus up to the Kirkstone Pass Inn and start the planned walk from there. As we waited for the bus a couple of Americans joined the queue. They are a funny lot. One was telling her friend that 'This is the type of rain I like to listen to on my productively app whilst sat in my office'….say that in an American accent….made me chuckle anyway. They were also very surprised that the bus was late. They obviously hadn't been in the country long!
Anyway eventually the bus turned up and we snaked our way up the Kirkstone Pass, all the while I was thinking 'I've got to walk all the way back, and not in this direct and shortest route, it seemed longer than when I had been looking on the map the night before. However I've learnt to have bail out options now – I had three shortcuts I could take and the option of getting the bus part the way back.
As we 'disembarked' the sun came out! And from then on it didn't rain, it was rather chilly for mid August though, but that suited me for walking.
And so we went, climbing first to St Raven's Edge, Stoney Cove Pike and to Thornthwaite Crag with its impressive beacon which can be seen for miles around. We then climbed a little more to High Street. This is a really boring summit – mostly flat and boggy. But it has an interesting history! It is an old Roman road and was used by many people, horses and donkeys, to transport goods over the fells. But it also hosted horse races! Now just weary walkers and fell runners pass it's peak. It was all down hill from there, passing The Knott, which ticked off another Wainwright and I even had time to visit Angle Tarn, which was so quiet! It was a windy day but here it was sheltered – a few campers had set up their tent on an island. I was quite jealous! Just as I was thinking what a great day it had been Rooh decided to roll in human poo…..luckily the tarn was deep for a doggy swim and back at camp I washed her with Dove shampoo and a sock. Note to all wild campers please bury your poo, thank you.
We arrived back at the campsite just in time for tea. Looking back on where we had come from I was impressed – it's amazing where you can get to if you just keep putting one foot in front of the other!
Photos of this walk are below, and day four will follow in the next post…..