Here you will find stories and descriptions of many past events put on by the IOG: from concerts and trampolining to trips across Britain and further afield, with a solid foundation of reports of walks undertaken – usually with route maps and pictures.
The forecast for Friday looked really grim, and I was wondering if anybody would have the nerve to turn up. At around 6pm, Glen called me at work in despair – a lorry had overturned at Copdock roundabout and the traffic had come to a grinding halt. The accident happened on a bridge, two thirds of the lorry were overhanging and were at risk of falling onto the dual carriageway below with probably fatal consequences. It now looked as if I would miss my own walk.
However, we made it to the starting point in the end, and 5 of us had a lovely walk and a mainly sunny evening. The scenery around Claydon and through Shrubland Park is very lush and varied. There is a high chance of spotting a large group of deer in this area although this time we only saw one grazing in the far distance. Some of the paths lead us uphill and offered great views onto Great Blakeney with its imposing Recycling Plant. Some people had visited the site with Jacqui in the past year.
As it is the tradition on my walks in this area, we had a drink and a giggle at the cheap and cheerful Hungry Horse Pub. Here, Florence was entertaining us with her life stories which would make Eastenders proud.
Rachael, hiker extraordinaire, has organised this trip which starts today and is scheduled to run for 19 days. It will be fascinating to follow – much like the Coast to Coast last year – so here’s hoping that the hikers can be persuaded to submit regular reports on their progress. Rachael has left me with maps and descriptions of the planned route, which I will update as they all go along – hopefully adding some front-line material as it comes in. If you want to follow the route on more detailed maps this is the link: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1fKOhBO9V0itLgH8a5QorD0uveehMAi3l
We can begin with Rachael’s own description, sent out when she was planning the trip. [ed.]
There’s lots of hills, plenty of wild moorland, some long distances and if the weather is not good these places can be quite bleak. There are large areas of peat bog, but all the difficult areas have now been paved with slabs which makes the going across these fairly straight forward. However it’s one walk where it’s best to be well equipped, especially in the waterproof department.
It is not, however, all peat bog; the walk is very varied. There are river valleys, hay meadows, stony tracks, limestone pavements, pretty villages, amazing waterfalls, a Roman wall, grassy hills and plenty of tea rooms and pubs along the route – including the World Famous Tan Hill Inn which is Britain’s highest public house at 1,732 feet (528m) above sea level. The highest part of the path is Cross fell in Cumbria at 890m. The day we cross this will be one of the longest days so it will probably be one of the hardest.
Report from Pete E. and Rachael. Some pics are in a series so swipe sideways to see them.
This is going to be hasty as we have to get a lift back to the b&b early, I’m afraid!
After a glorious sunny day of travel yesterday, we were all thoroughly excited to begin day #1 of our epic trip. Yet it felt like someone was eagerly watching our progress and decided to test us right from the outset. The heavens opened as we were gathering outside the hostel and even our starting picture was dripping wet.
We trudged along for several miles, adjusting kit and greatly bemoaning our lot in life. We finally reached Jacob’s Ladder and had to screw our courage to the sticking place. It turns out the climb was actually not the worst part – as soon as we hit the top of the ridge, we were bombarded with drizzle and then heavy rain driven by a head wind. Visibility was limited but spirits remained surprisingly optimistic. We soldiered on and passed many other suitably drenched travellers including a tent with a few volunteers hunkered down as part of some event being run on the moor. We decided not to stick around to find out what was going on. 🙂
Most people’s waterproofs failed in a surprisingly varied number of ways. Lunch at Kinder Downfall was postponed – it was simply too wet to stop. Fortunately, we were able to find a little bit of cover later and wolf down a few sandwiches.
Towards mid-afternoon, the weather began to ease and we were able to make some decent progress across the large stones that make up this part of the Pennine Way.
As we finally began to head down off the ridge we were treated to some rewarding views and even more impressive foliage. I ran on ahead down one of the final hills and managed to make some new four-legged friends. There were several Shetland ponies who seemed eager to say hello… 🙂
By the time we arrived at our accommodation we were all a bit damp and bedraggled, but ready to see what day #2 had in store. After all, we’ve been promised an easy day tomorrow… how hard can it be?!
The dinner story:
Action pics of Dave T-F marinating his specs in cream of vegetable soup.
DAY TWO – Monday 27th May
Crowden to Marsden – 12 Miles
From Crowden the route climbs up to the summit of Black Hill on the eastern part of Saddleworth Moor. It passes a series of reservoirs before leaving the Peak District National Park at Standedge.
Report by Miriam. Pics Peter E. & Rachael.
Miriam’s report arrived as a WhatsApp pic. In the interests of an easy read I have transcribed it below – but, actually, it wasn’t really necessary. Those who know Miriam will hear her voice coming through loud and clear! [ed.]
Well, here we are at the New Inn Marsden after a very changeable day weather-wise. We set out from the Old House, Crowden, this morning after a heavy downpour so donned full waterproof protection and extra layers. As we climbed Black Hill and the wind subsided, we shed some base layers or fleeces but the waterproof jackets and trousers stayed on for most of the day. We occasionally had enough blue in the sky for a pair of sailor’s trousers [sweet – ed.] but it was mainly dark clouds – racing across the sky like demons trying to catch us out.
Leaving Crowden, and when coming down into Marsden there were acres of rhododendrons, beautifully colourful at this time of year, but of course an invasive species encroaching on the acidic hills.
Heading across Crowden Dam
View from Laddow Rocks
Black Hill summit
Our summit for today was Black Hill – 1,909 ft elevation surrounded by peat bog. Flower of the day was ‘Bog Cotton’, like little snowflakes amongst the heather and grass.
The sun came out long enough for a leisurely lunch overlooking Dean Clough [?– ed.]. There had been warning sign[s] about its being difficult to cross in very wet weather. We chanced our luck and it was still passable despite yesterday’s rain. Meeting the road an hour later we were delighted to see in the distance a tea wagon, perfect timing as the wind picked up again.
Descending towards Marsden we followed the old Wessenden Brook, divided into several reservoirs and hydro-power systems in the 19th century to power the mills and developing town. Fascinating history.
Pics contributed by Pete E., Rachael & Toby. They are in a series so swipe sideways to see them; text by Toby
The New Inn, Marsden
Series taken at 10.17 on the way up to Millstone Edge
We climbed steeply out of Marsden, leaving the river and canal behind.
After making the first hill of the day – White Hill – we headed towards the M62. Luckily for us there is a footbridge across and we were cheered by the waves and horns of the passing traffic.
We had lunch on Blackstone Edge, followed by a quick tea or beer in the White House pub, and then a long flat easy walk past several reservoirs.
Crossing the M62
Blackstone Edge looking towards Rochester [ed.’s guess]
As we left the reservoirs behind we drew ever closer to Stoodley Pike, a large monument to Napoleon’s defeat. Up close it is very dour and impressive; unlike the last time I visited you can get inside and climb up a dark staircase to a balcony with views of the valley.
Entrance to Stoodley Pike
… and the view
Approaching Hebden Bridge, we walked through some grassy woodlands that still had a smattering of bluebells, and chose a path towards the canal that petered out on us and required some careful balancing before we made it to the edge of town.
Hebden Bridge has been called the Totnes of the North, and so it proved with a colourful variety of alternative shops and inhabitants. We crossed the town and headed up the steep streets to our hostel – a very eco-friendly affair where some of the beds could only be reached by ladders.
Dinner was at a local Greek restaurant, which provided a welcome break from pub grub.
Report contributed by Rachael, pics by Rachael and Peter E.
We had an early 8am start to make the most of the weather. It was nice to have Albert back with us, his leg now feeling much better. Today was Julian’s turn to wimp out with a knee injury.
It was a steep climb out of Hebden Bridge up though woods on the Hebden Loop path to the pretty village of Heptonstall. Here we took a detour to the churchyard to visit the grave of Sylvia Plath.
Ready for Day Four
Leaving Hebdon Bridge. 8.45
Looking back to Stoodley Pike
We rejoined the official Pennine Way and continued northwards over Clough Head Moor. We took a short break by the bridge over Graining Water then onwards past the Walshaw Dean Reservoirs. It was very peaceful here, just the echoing calls of numerous Lapwings (Peewit, Peewit) and the ocasional Curlew.
After a long climb up over a wiggly slabbed path the view opened out and we saw the ruined building of Top Withins. (The building that inspired Emily Bronte’s novel Wuthering Heights) And more importantly our lunch time location.
Middle Walsh Reservoir
We soon detoured off the Pennine way down on the Bronte Way, towards the Bronte Waterfall, over the Bronte Bridge, past the Bronte house and into the Bronte village of Haworth. After a refreshing pause for tea and cake in the village we continued on our way passing the Bronte bus, the Bronte Balti ( Bronte Vegetarian Sizzler available at £3.95) and on up past the Bronte Hotel to the hostel.
The lovely day was completed with a meal fit for a Bronte at the Old Hall.
The Bronte Bridge
DAY FIVE – Thursday 30th May
Haworth to Earby – 16 Miles
We shall rejoin the trail and continue on crossing more moorland to the villages of Cowling and Lothersdale. We then climb up to Pinhaw Beacon before dropping down to the village of Earby.
Report contributed by Albert; pics various
The Pennine Way Bunch
We set off from Haworth YH at 8.35am – quite on target. Two minutes into the walk we said goodbye to our fellow walker Julian who had suffered from the walk curse and injured his knee two days before. After confirmation of no chances to recover any time soon, he resigned himself to the fact of abandoning us all.
Leaving Haworth YHA
Inside Haworth Church, postponing the inevitable of the deluge outside
Leaving Haworth in the rain
Anyway, the rest continued on through the rainy day – trotting along downhills and uphills.
Highlight for Albert was to walk through the fields of a farmhouse that had belonged to some dear friends and where, 37 years ago, he stayed during his first ever visit to Britain.
The walk continued over the Ickornshaw Moor at a pace that… (don’t know what to say here).
Old Bess Hill, Ickornshaw Moor
Leaving Ickornshaw Moor
A welcome highlight for the gang was the pub stop in Cowling – the Hare and Hounds for those of you who might retrace our steps some time.
Hare and Hounds, Lothersdale
View towards Malham
At our arrival in Earby at the Youth Hostel, we were treated to some delicious brownies and tea and coffee. Wonderful Hostel, just opened in April 2019. Well, wonderful [compared to] Haworth where the only thing that ever happened was the Brontës.
Looking forward to tomorrow, short walk to Malham YH. Albert, however, will take a ride with his already friend James [Who is James? – ed. “The guy who delivers the bags for the pack horse service. Albert has made friends by being sent around a few times. He is using him tomorrow for a lift” – Pete E.], as Albert’s leg seems to be playing up again. Some would say it’s just old age…
We had a very enjoyable evening at the newly refurbished Earby hostel, definitely one to return to another time.
It was just a short way to walk across the meadows following Earby Beck to rejoin the Pennine Way. The day was taken at a much more casual pace as we knew we didn’t have so far to go. It was also much easier walking across lower level undulating terrain. After passing around Langber Hill we suddenly arrived on the tow path of the Leeds to Liverpool Canal.
Series: Leeds and Liverpool Canal from 10.40 am
We passed under the double arched bridge at East Marton and came to a canal boat selling ice creams. It is not every day you see one of these so we had to stop and make use of it.
Series: Gargrave from 12.30 pm
A few more grassy hills, little streams and fields of cows and sheep later, we arrived at Gargrave. We met up with Damon here.
A few more grassy hills, little streams and fields of cows and sheep later, we arrived at the River Aire. We paused here for our sandwiches by the river.
The path then followed along the river’s edge. Flowers were abundant and the air was filled with the smell of hawthorn.
At Airton, we took a break at the Town End Farm tearoom.
The last part of the route took us up a very steep hill which provided fantastic views of Malham Cove just a short distance away.
Story contributed by Pete E.; pics by Pete and Rachael
Albert has been suffering over the past few days with a calf injury and decided to take advantage of Damon’s nearby car – he got a lift up to Malham Tarn, ahead of us and then proceeded alone to meet us at our evening’s accommodation – The Golden Lion pub at Horton-in-Ribblesdale. This gave him the chance to go at his own, leisurely pace, the option of omitting the tough final ascent of Pen-y-Ghent and, arguably, to avoid the chatter of fellow group members…
The rest of us were ready to go as Damon returned, and after our obligatory starting photo outside the hostel, we headed towards Malham Cove. We paused briefly to have a look around Town End Barn, owned by the National Trust and open for visitors. As well as some information boards, the barn appeared to be the home of several birds who weren’t massively happy about our disturbance.
Series: Malham Cove – limestone formation .6 miles N of Malham
We pushed on to the Cove and we were immediately mingling with plenty of other day hikers in groups and small numbers, all ready to get their first glimpse of it. It’s a delightfully pleasant walk along the stream to reach it and I always enjoy as it gradually hoves into view. We took some pictures but didn’t stay long – with many miles still to cover today, we began our ascent to the limestone pavement.
I’ve visited here several times in the past, with my dad as a child and, later, on other trips with the outdoor group. It’s always fun to galumph across the pavement, especially with the added fun of a massive backpack that adds to the danger. I called my dad to say hello and update on progress as we reached the top, and he was chuffed to be able to reveal to everyone that the stones we were standing on were called Clints and the gaps between them Grikes (some already knew this but I didn’t mention that!).
After we’d recovered from our first climb, we pushed on to Malham Tarn. The landscape was rocky, but soon gave way to fields punctuated by large stones. As we went on, we came across more and more sheep and farmland. This led to our first excitement of the day, just as we reached the road before the Tarn, we found a single plaintively bleating sheep stranded away from his friends. We watched a few mins and eventually decided to try to help by opening the only gate stopping them reuniting. A lot of hassle later and the sheep, of course, decided that rather than use the gate, it would jump over the barbed wire fence. D’oh.
We gave up and moved on, past the Tarn and up to the Field Studies Centre, where a large group of youngsters appeared to be studying some parts of the countryside. We also enjoyed several wooden carvings of animals, including an owl and a hare, dotted along the path as we continued.
We struck out across Malham Moor. As we climbed higher, it became apparent that the rain clouds we had been outrunning were not going anywhere. We layered up with waterproofs before the next rise and, swiftly after, the rain set in. Fortunately, the temperature remained warm and so spirits were kept up too. It made lunch harder – we tried to grab a sandwich as we rejoined the road on the other side after descending near Fountains Fell, but it was too wet to enjoy with any great gusto.
Series: Malham Cove to Pen-y-Ghent
Things started to dry out as we turned our attention to the final big challenge of the day – Pen-y-Ghent, almost as if the weather felt sorry for us and thought we had had enough.
We strode on and step by step made our way up the incredibly steep stone steps which eventually culminated in a massive scary scramble up to the final path to the summit.
Series: Summit of Pen-y-Ghent – 4 pm
The crazy things people do…[says ed. in sunny Ipswich with a glass of wine to hand]
The way down and the pub is waiting.
No sooner had we reached it, than we were suddenly overtaken by hordes of runners all significantly faster than we were!It turns out that we found ourselves in the middle of an organised 10k fell run and all the participants had to race to the summit before running back down to the race point. This made us feel exhausted just watching so we trudged down the other side, a much gentler descent, alongside all the other hikers who were going at a more sedate pace.
We finally arrived at The Golden Lion, our base for the evening where all of us, bar one, will be sleeping in a single dormitory. We’re about to learn a lot more about each other before the night is over, I suspect!
[What follows is Heather’s report – which makes for lively reading. And, as the editor is pressed for time, and feels that this is pretty clear, it has not been transcribed – which, it is felt, adds gritty immediacy. My story and I’m sticking to it – ed.]
Horton-in-Ribblesdale church with Pen-y-ghent behind
View towards Ingleborough
Sell Gill Hole
Brow Gill beck disappears into pot hole
Ling Gill Bridge
Cam High Road – and, by the look of Pete’s face, the rain is back in earnest.
Pics contributed by Pete and Rachael, report by David T-F
The day started like most with a steep haul up from our ‘digs’ back to the moorland where we would stop to put on our waterproofs – the 5-mile climb up Great Shunner Fell had us being constantly buffeted by strong winds. On reaching the top we stopped and removed our waterproofs and buried someone who had been limping; Rachael said a few words while an unseemly battle started over the deceased’s packed lunch. Eventually decorum was restored and crossed walking poles marked the fallen.
View back to Hawes
Heading up Great Shunner Fell
Among the cotton grass
Series: Great Shunner Fell – around 9.45…
…and looking bleak, if spacious.
Great Shunner Fell summit
The next stretch, whilst looking forlorn, bore a sign stating it had been improved in order to make a more suitable habitat for Black Grouse. At this point we stopped to put our waterproofs back on and continued. A little further on whilst taking our waterproofs off again we were mobbed by a Golden Plover trying to distract us from his nesting mate. Dropping down off the moor we lunched on a grassy bank whilst the sun fought its way through the cloud.
View to Tarn Hill
Great Shunner Fell
As we entered the small stone village of Thwaite we spotted a Tea Room and a store selling waterproof clothing; we were in our ‘element’.
At this juncture, thinking a gentle stroll down the valley would bring us to our destination, I was most put out to find we had to traverse a narrow scar that led up the hillside that found us looking into a hidden valley with the village of Muker (twinned with Brigadoon) at its head. After removing our waterproofs as we were overheating on the ascent, we traversed the north side of the valley which was still covered in primroses and bluebells.
View back to Thwaite
Heading towards Keld
Approaching Keld – and the yurts
Dropping down in to Keld we spied the Yurts in which we were to stay that night and soon we were in the hot tub drinking baskets of bottled ales while our laundry was being done and our waterproofs were being reproofed. [There is a rather frightening pic of this on the group’s private Facebook page but the editor decided, in the interests of keeping the Newsletter content family-friendly, to leave it there. – ed.]
Day Ten – Tuesday, 4th June
Keld to Bowes – 13 Miles
From Keld the path crosses the route of the Coast to Coast Walk, then ascends a side valley known as Stones Dale to reach Tan Hill Inn. After a brief pause here we will leave the Yorkshire Dales and cross the open moorland to Bowes.
Pics contributed by Pete, Rachael et al., report by Paul D.
Yurt accommodation in Keld
It was really difficult to drag everyone away from the comfort of their yurts this morning, especially after last night’s sumptuous meal, drinks and the hot tub experience. A couple of people were seen nursing sore heads over breakfast but in their defence this was due to the low height of the yurt door frames and not the Black Sheep or Golden Sheep beer consumed the night before.
Out comes the inevitable rain gear – again.
Across Bowes Moor…
…constantly mobbed by Curlew, Golden Plove and Oyster Catchers
Anyway Rachael reluctantly called us to order and we set off uphill along the valley and back towards the lovely village of Keld to rejoin the official Pennine Way path. The black clouds were gathering as forecast and it was not too long before the first spots arrived and raingear was donned. However, within minutes it decided to relent and then we were too hot…. so off it came. It proved to be on and off like this all day but at least it was mainly drier than anticipated.
We ascended out of the village and up onto the higher open moorland, always accompanied by the sounds of lapwings, curlews and plovers not too far away. The peace was not to last long though as fast moving military jets rattled though.
Eventually we sighted our first destination of the day (Tan Hill pub) and this spurred us all on. Many had a pint of real ale, whilst quite understandably (as it was only just past 10.30) the more refined members of the group decided on cups of tea. One even had hot chocolate but this was promptly ruined by the dunking of salted crisps into it. Apparently this was a nice combination but I’m not so sure !
After being refuelled we descended the infamous boggy path (Sleightholme Moor) for 3 miles or so. Fortunately, this must have been one of its drier periods as most boots were not too wet by the end. At this point we had lunch and took in the views of the grouse butts, the moor and the ever-nearing A66 road!
Heading across Sleightholme Moor
Crossing River Greta
We then descended along a lovely valley with a peaty river, eventually reaching the single street village of Bowes where we admired the now ruined castle (from about 1170). Finally with the rain starting to come down more heavily we saw our night’s accommodation at the Ancient Unicorn.
Another great day and we are now almost at the half way point in terms of mileage. How exciting !!
Day Eleven – Wednesday 5th June
Bowes to Forest-in-Teesdale – 22 Miles
This short video of Damon’s really brings the walk alive! [ed.]
Woke up to sunshine and a grand cooked breakfast. What a way to start the day!
Passing Robin Hood’s Hole
Walking from Bowes, this band of hardy adventurers covered about 22 miles before arriving at Langdon Beck YHA in time to enjoy the restorative power of tea, a hot shower, and a tasty dinner. En-route we enjoyed teas and coffees in Middleton-on-Tees most salubrious establishments, and were suitably impressed by the majestic Low Force and High Force Waterfalls. Watching tons of water forcing its way through the rocky landscape left a dramatic and lasting impression!
Waterfalls on the Tees
Suspension bridge at Low Force
Some friendly sheep
Above High Force
Thanks to our leader extraordinaire for a great day. Without all her hard work, we wouldn’t be here.
Feet up after dinner, I’m now somewhat bewildered by the actions of one of the (presumably) less intelligent members of our party who is currently ‘enjoying’ a cycle ride – part of his triathlon training – as if walking 22 miles up hill and down dale wasn’t enough for any normal human being!
Day Twelve – Thursday 6th June
Forest-in-Teesdale to Dufton – 13 Miles
The route continues along the Tees, climbing up beside the waterfall of Cauldron Snout below Cow Green Reservoir. The trail then ascends the gently rising side valley of Maize Beck to reach High Cup Nick, one of the most memorable points on the Pennine Way. From High Cup the trail descends to the village of Dufton.
Pics contributed by Pete and Rachael; text by Maria.
It was a beautiful sunny day [and about time, too – ed.] when we started our walk today though the fields and moors of Moor House Upper Teesdale National Nature reserve. We soon joined the footpath along the River Tees that took us to the waterfall of Cauldron Snout.
Starting to climb
We carried on to the trail on the other side of the river through the valley of Maize Beck and had lunch by the river.
Heading for High Cup Nick
After a few more miles we arrived at High Cup Nick and had a break to enjoy the spectacular views from the top of the cliff.
Google image of High Cup Nick
High Cup Nick
Looking down over High Cup Nick
From there we walked down the hill to the village of Dufton.
The following video and report have been contributed by Damon, who has joined the group briefly en route. The video really brings the walk alive.
I’m Heather’s partner Damon, and I’ve popped in to see the intrepid IOG Pennine Way walkers a couple of times.
On Wednesday 5th June I drove up to Middleton in Teesdale to meet them on their way to Langdon Beck Youth Hostel. There was actually more to it than that, but it involves a complex sequence of logistical exchanges, involving a car and a bicycle. They turned up a bit later than they’d thought, as the the walk from Bowes involved unexpectedly hard hills.
I’d cycled from Middleton to Langdon Beck a number of times, but I’d never walked. I’d seen High Force Waterfall, but the rest of the afternoon proved to be a delight, but I had fresh legs of course. This short video shows that, and some of the scenes from Thursday.
Langdon Beck Hostel did us proud, lacking only something to drink in the evening, that’s where the car came in handy, enabling a trip to the Co-Op for refreshment.
On Thursday we went to Dufton, via Cauldron Snout waterfall and High Cup Nick. I spent most of the morning walking on my own, due to car-shuffling logistics, joining the group above Cauldron Snout. Dufton proved to be a lively place, thanks to Appleby Horse Fair.
On Friday the destination was Alston, where my bicycle was waiting for me to cross the 2,000-foot Yad Moss pass, back to the car at Langdon Beck. Th first big hill of the the day was Great Dun Fell, which I’d never climbed before, unlike the neighbouring Cross Fell, which I’ve done twice, once on skis.
The forecast of heavy rain in the afternoon put me off a gruelling bike ride at the end of a 20-mile hike, so I struck off across the moors on my own, following streams and the River Tees in case mist came down. I reached the car just as it started to rain heavily. I arrived at Alston Hostel at about 5.30pm and asked if the group had got back. I was told that was confidential information, Lord knows why, but we live in mysterious times. I did persuade the warden of my good intentions. The group hadn’t arrived, so I walked about a mile to meet them as the wended their way, beside the River Tyne.
All in all a very nice couple of days and a half.
DAY 13 – Friday 7th June
Dufton to Alston – 19 Miles
From Dufton the Pennine Way climbs back up the fells, passing in turn the summits of Knock Fell, Great Dun Fell, Little Dun Fell and finally Cross Fell, at 893 metres (2,930 ft) the highest point on the entire path. A long descent follows to the valley of the South Tyne at Garrigill. The trail then keeps close to the river to enter the town of Alston.
Pics contributed by Rachael, Francis and Pete
After a strange evening in Dufton which involved traveling horse traders, police horses and an air ambulance, we headed out early in glorious sunshine. A long ascent up Knock Old Man towards Green Fell had us peeling off the layers pretty quickly. Our newest recruit, Francis, made his first metamorphosis by promptly disappearing behind a wall to change into his shorts.
Heading up to Great Dun Fell
View towards the Lake District mountains
A brief pause on the fells above Dufton
Cross Fell looming on the horizon
Looking back towards Dufton
We progressed on to the radar station at Great Dunn Fell where the giant golf ball looked ready to be struck into the Lake District.
Crossing Swindale Beck
Knock Old Man
Great Dun Fell
Next we headed on to the high point of the Pennine Way, Cross Fell, at just under 3,000 ft. Heather has suggested that this is the highest point between here and the Ural Mountains to the East.
Cross Fell Summit
View from Cross Fell
Lunch break at the top of Cross Fell around 1pm
A quick lunch in the solidly built shelter at the top in increasingly windy conditions coincided with meeting an Italian who was on a pilgrimage from Cape Wrath to his home in Tuscany. That was unusual but he was hot on the heels of a Canadian heading to Rome with a red and white ice hockey stick wrapped in Rosary beads. Like I said, not the extremes we expected!
On the way down
On the way down
Resting on the way down
South Tyne River
The descent along a never-ending yellow track across the lifeless moor was, by mutual agreement, a drag. To add to the foreboding atmosphere, the rain closed in and Francis was transformed into a giant raven by his grey ill-fitting poncho outside the bothie known as Greg’s hut.
The mood was lightened by a refreshment stop in Garrigill which comprised a seat that was large enough to accommodate all 13 of us around a tree with a large canopy as shelter from the rain. Admittedly a poor substitute for the closed pub or even the art gallery that Miriam tried to turn into a tea-room, but a welcome break nonetheless.
Our final stage of 4 miles or so along the banks of the South Tyne and through countless fields and over countless stiles would have been lovely under different circumstances. Outside the hostel, we said our goodbyes to Damon who had finished his second cameo and was heading home to Leyland, before we trudged to the Cumberland Hotel in the rain. Some decent food and a good selection of ales and ciders may have been the perfect prep for another long day tomorrow……..hic…..Watch this space!
Text contributed by Francis; pics contributed by Francis and Rachael
This could have been an amazing walk- one of our favourites. Gentle slopes of farmland, woods and heath. Curlews and lapwings taking to the sky, shouting warnings of our presence. The sound of a cuckoo. Sheep, cows and horses. The smell of wild garlic. A stroll through pastoral England in June sunshine. But it rained. That determined continuous biting rain. Head down, cold, wet and wishing it was over. Footpaths were boggy, rivers of mud and rivers of, well, river.
Between Kirkhaugh and Lintley
Slaggyford station. Only now Rachael says we could have caught this train from Alston and missed the drenching.
Coffee break in the buffet car
Layers of waterproofs but no Gortex could keep us dry. Feet squelching in boots. Everything becomes difficult. Got to be desperate to bother with a wee. You get the picture. Glad we live down south in Suffolk – we don’t know real rain. For Rachael this is ideal, refreshing weather; almost perfect.
Heading across the moor
Lunch stop at Glendue Burn
Between Kirkhaugh and Lintley
On a positive note, it’s Steve’s birthday – and he’s looking great for his late sixties [note writer – ed.]. See the picture.
He’s fond of wearing stupid stuff and looking stupid so a few laughs at breakfast and hoping for more this evening.
Pics contributed by Francis, Rachael; text by Miriam.
After a thorough soaking yesterday, we spent today in bright sunshine with friendly winds.
Flower of the day: ‘Veronica’, a variety of speedwell. Little blue flowers peeping up at us from between fresh grasses.
Summit of the day: Winshields Crag, elevation 345m.
This was our ‘rest day’ so we had plenty of time to learn about the history of Hadrian’s Wall and the many other Roman landmarks. On this clear day, the views from the wall are stunning and we have an appreciation of how far we have come, approximately 236 miles. ‘Well done feet’!
The Sill YHA and visitors’ centre is a purpose built structure with wild flowers sown in the flower beds and on the turf roof. Lots of opportunity to spot and name flowers. Staying at the Sill YHA tonight and, after achieving our first priority: ‘Laundry’ – we have now scattered to chill out before pub dinner at the ‘Twice Brewed’.
DAY 16 – Monday 10th June
Twice Brewed to Bellingham – 15 Miles
The route continues for another mile or so along the wall past Crag Lough. From the wall the trail heads north through Wark Forest. Past the forest it follows field paths to Shitlington Crags and descends to the large village of Bellingham.
Text contributed by Toby; pics by Francis, Rachael and Toby.
Day 16 dawned bright and sunny – tempting many of us to don t-shirts and shorts, and apply plenty of sunscreen. The half-length walk on the day previous seemed to delude some of the members of our group into thinking they were on some sort of holiday where they could enjoy themselves – or maybe we were just happier after some rest. Whatever it was everyone seemed in a playful mood.
We picked up the trail on Hadrian’s Wall again, going up and down the crags and gaps; one of these has a splendid oak tree spread across it that was used in the motion picture “Robin Hood Prince of Thieves”. We imitated Kevin Costner & Morgan Freeman firing their bows at the Sheriff of Nottingham. Views to the south were excellent; we could see Cross Fell in the distance where we had been just three days before.
After a couple of miles more along the wall, we headed off NE across rolling farm fields. Eventually we reached some conifer forests which, although muddy underfoot, were pleasantly cool. Then an equally muddy moor crossing, where during a brief pause Francis decided to liven up things for the folks at home by having a “whose knees are these?” photo competition on WhatsApp. I generously donated my knees to the contest.
We crossed more forest and farmland, and just after lunch we came across a “pit stop” shop in a farm shed where I grabbed some extra supplies which were then nearly stolen by some very friendly horses. I think they supplement their diet with apples from passing hikers.
Eventually we climbed the final hill before Bellingham, and a quick road walk got us to North Tyne and our stop for the night. We are self-catering so Rachael and helpers are now cooking up something special in the kitchen.
North Tyne River
DAY 17 – Tuesday 11th June
Bellingham to Byrness – 16 Miles
More remote country follows, across Padon Hill and the edge of Redesdale Forest. The trail eventually reaches Redesdale at Blakehopeburnhaugh and Cottonshopeburnfoot, two neighbouring hamlets which compete for the longest name in England. The route then follows the River Rede upstream to the village of Byrness.
The day started with a well-practised routine in the girl’s room, 30 mins before breakfast at 7.15am today. Mechanical packing, everything carefully sorted and stuffed in plastic bags, sealed against the rain, and loaded back into the rucksack for the umpteenth time.
Text contributed by Heather; pics by Rachael
Self-catering breakfast so more time required to find, feed, water and tidy up after ourselves before we left at 8.30am.
View back to Cross Fell
View back to Bellingham
Heading towards Hareshaw house
Deer Play hill
We were straight into a long, gradual climb out of Bellingham and the familiar sounds that have accompanied us throughout this journey: the bleating of a lost lamb and the bubbling of the curlew. 11 of us set out as a gang this morning, but Albert had actually snuck off earlier, and it was a game of hare and hounds as he maintained his lead all day, and we played ‘Albert-spotting’ as we crested each hill.
After about 7km we’d risen 250m up onto a hill with the fantastic name Deer Play. The view north from there revealed the Cheviots (tomorrow’s goal), but the view south was even more amazing as we could still see Great Dun Fell, Little Dun Fell and Cross Fell way, way in the distance – hills we’d walked 4 whole days ago!
The path continued across a huge open expanse of heather moorland which wasn’t as wet as expected but now there was no sign of anywhere to shelter for lunch out of the fresh breeze. We pressed on, spotting cranberry in flower, and round-leaved sundew. Finally, at around 8 miles we’d reached the southern edge of the vast Redesdale Forest and split up to shelter variously by an old wall or a dip in the bracken and eat.
Heading to Whiteley Pike
Self-catering always results in a bizarre collection of leftovers to deal with, and we’d done our best not to waste any thing by leaving it behind so lunch this time could have consisted of anything from the usual sandwiches, crisps and apples to pears, grapes, tomato puree, bagged salad, a half bottle of rum, custard powder, red wine or tinned tomatoes we were collectively carrying. Nice.
[Meanwhile, the editor of this blog was lunching on grilled langoustines and chilled Pinot Grigio on the waterfront of the little Venetian island of Mazzorbo – and blessing the shade and the breeze; it was rather warm! – ed.]
We know which part of lunch Dave favoured.
Oh my, What fun. [ed.]
Approaching Redesdale Forest
The section after lunch was easy – a quick climb up Brownrigg Head and then a long gradual descent down well-surfaced forest tracks through the endless commercial plantation of regimented spruce and larch. The views were good though, with interesting plants along the tracks including more northern marsh orchids, some violet coloured milkwort and quaking grass. An odd mix.
Finally we were back down to civilisation at the tiny hamlet of Blakehopeburnhaugh (surely they must shorten that name?) and then our final destination of Byrness. We visited the tiny church of St Francis there with its stained glass window dedicated to the 64 workers killed in the construction of the nearby Catcleugh Reservoir (and paid for by the work force).
We’ve now checked into the Forest View Inn and settled in to take advantage of the hot showers and great food. Or, in Steve’s case, set off the fire alarm whilst investigating beers at the bar! No doubt another varied night awaits, before our second to last day tomorrow. At least we get a lift back to stay here again so we can leave all but the day stuff behind and carry a light load – hurrah!
Bye for now, Heather.
DAY 18 – Wednesday 12th June
Byrness to Cocklawfoot – 16 Miles
The last stage of the Pennine Way, across the Cheviot Hills from Byrness to Kirk Yetholm, is 27 miles (43 km) long, with no habitation en route. We will be dividing this into two days. The trail climbs steeply from the village, then heads north to cross the Scottish border near Ogre Hill. For the rest of the stage the path switches between England and Scotland, along a fence which marks the border itself. Back in England the trail passes the Roman fort at Chew Green, and briefly follows the Roman road of Dere Street. The path then follows the border ridge, passing the high point of Windy Gyle. From here we will drop off the ridge at Cocklawfoot.
Pics taken by Rachael & Torben; story contributed by Torben
After the first of two comfortable nights at the Forest View Inn (a business that is up for sale if anyone is interested), we were greeted at breakfast by the sight of our dried and numbered boots and insoles. All part of the service from our hosts, the never smiling Colin and Joyce.
Dry clothing and boots were a luxury that was unlikely to persist for long, based on the forecast. We headed up through the forest on steep, boggy tracks onto the Cheviots where above the tree line we were hit with a strong headwind which gave a different character to the relentless rain. 2.5 miles in Francis made the decision to turn back whilst the rest of us tied down our rucksack covers to avoid being blown away and pressed on. A day of bog-hopping in low cloud with limited opportunity for conversation meant we had to make do with the skylarks for company.
The highlight of the day was peeling off the wet layers in the shelter of the mountain rescue hut and enjoying the simple pleasures of lunch and relaxed conversation before heading out into the cold for a second soaking.
The views from the Cheviots are said to be lovely but today the hills were not compliant… Some might say they were the Mischeviots.
We reached the trig point at Windy Gyle and after a quick photo we descended to the pick-up point at Trows. The waiting minibus was a welcome sight and we were greeted by Joyce who seemed overjoyed to have Albert for company in the front seats of the minibus for a steamy ride back to base! Thanks to those who held back for the taxi.
Clothes drying, showering and pre-dinner sampling of local ales was followed by another hearty meal where haggis, neaps, tatties and a wee dram were favoured by the many.
DAY 19 – Thursday 13th June
Cocklawfoot to Kirk Yetholm – 16 Miles
From Cocklawfoot we will need to climb back up onto the ridge and the continue onto the top of Cairn Hill (743 metres (2,438 ft)), from where there is a side trip to the summit of The Cheviot, the main path turns sharply northwest with the border fence, descending to a refuge hut before climbing The Schil at 601 metres (1,972 ft), above the College Valley. The path then descends into Scotland and enters the village of Kirk Yetholm. The path ends at the Border Hotel.
Fourteen IOG members ventured outside of Suffolk on a lovely sunny day in May to walk the 22 miles from Cambridge to Wicken Fen and Ely via the Rivers Cam and Great Ouse.
It was an early start for most, arriving at Ipswich train station before 8am for the trip to Cambridge. Upon arrival at Cambridge we met up with more members of the group before commencing our walk through the City of Cambridge to the banks of the River Cam. We were rather more fortunate with the weather than two weeks prior when the pre-walk was completed in wind, rain and hail.
The initial 7 miles of the walk followed the River Cam and offered the opportunity to see a number of rowing boat crews training on the river, and an abundance of wildlife, especially waterfowl. After a brief stop at the Bridge Pub near Waterbeach for lunch we crossed the the opposite bank of the river walking towards Upward before heading inland to explore the beautiful National Trust-run reserve of Wicken Fen. The fen, which was man made, was created to farm sedge and reeds in addition to peat digging and eel fishing. The reserve is also the home of the iconic wind pump; once common in the fens this is the last working wooden wind pump in the area.
Unfortunately, unlike on the pre-walk, we did not catch sight of the marsh harriers or hobbies (The UK’s smallest falcon); however, many birds were seen including herons, goldfinches, reed buntings and sedge warblers to name a few.
After 14 miles we stopped for coffee and cake at the lovely (but expensive – £3.50p per sausage roll) – National Trust cafe. It was then time for the last 8-mile walk into Ely for dinner. This stretch, although beautiful, was a long haul and comment was made that once joining the banks of the River Great Ouse, about 5 miles from Ely, and catching our first glimpse of the impressive cathedral, it was several miles before the cathedral appeared to be getting closer. The group was joined by one new member and at least one other that had never experienced a walk of over 20 miles, and it would be fair to say they were feeling their efforts at this stage. This part of the walk did offer the opportunity to get very close to a large herd of water buffalo which are farmed in this area both for their meat and milk which is used to make Mozzarella cheese.
As the evening started to draw in and with the cathedral at least seeming much closer we eventual arrived in Ely for a well earned drink and meal before catching the 8:30pm train home to Ipswich.
A special mention should go to Rachael and Ian who, after walking 22 miles, then jumped in their car and attended a barn dance.
Thank you to all of those who spent the day with me, it makes the planning of these walks so much more enjoyable when nice people join you.
An IOG walk would not be an IOG walk without the obligatory cake!
Text contributed by Christina; pics by Christina and A. Non
Glen’s latest Essex exploration proved yet another crowd puller, aided by good weather. 21 joined us at the designated starting point near the Lido in Brightlingsea. Bruce aged 8 was by far the youngest walker. He and his mum did the first 6 or so miles of this varied and very scenic walk with a further 5 to go after the lunch stop. We had stunning views onto the Essex coastline, Mersey Island, and towards Point Clear as we watched sailing boats go by on the River Colne. Walking by the river and along a row of colourful beach huts and a bright blue sky above us felt like being on holiday . Some of us spotted a couple of egrets, and we watched a couple of buzzards circling looking for a prey.
When heading into the Brightlingsea town centre area I noticed that along the whole side of a house were colourful bird boxes of different styles, some of which bore a “To Let” sign. The house owner explained that each box was occupied by a family of sparrows.
We stopped for lunch in Brightlingsea at Waterside Marina by the river. Some went to a nearby pub called The Yachtsmans Arms. Here, a visibly proud David T-F drew people’s attention to the fine-looking pub sign which he had designed himself. We found ourselves joined by a very sociable labrador upon the post-lunch stroll, but we were not so popular with its owner as the dog celebrated its joy by trampling in the deep creekside mud!
Text and maps contributed by Paul W.; Hall pic by Wiki.
Four intrepid adventurers set out from Berners St. at 7.00am on Monday aiming to survive an ambitious 31 mile trek around the Suffolk countryside. Heading north out of Ipswich, our supreme leader (Rachael) guided us at a good pace towards our first few moments of respite; a welcome stop at Helmingham Hall’s café for tea /coffee and cake. We then headed west and south before finding our way back into Ipswich from Sproughton. See map(s) for more about the route.
Surprisingly, all four survived the experience. Rachael, Hilary, Steve, and I all lived to tell the tale. One member of the party seemed to experience no discomfort for the whole day, her super-hero powers standing her in good stead. Three of us enjoyed being reminded (at least a little) of our mere humanity via assorted blisters, sore knees, and objecting muscles!
The day was made complete by dinner at The Greyhound where our venerable chairperson joined us for a meal. Somehow, he felt he deserved this reward for his little evening stroll across the Ipswich landscape. Those of us who had lasted the whole adventure knew better!
Seven of us enjoyed a varied 12-kilometre circular walk starting from Dunwich beach car park, led by Bob, whilst developing our navigational skills and confidence in using OS maps and compasses. We learnt how to identify key features on maps, interpret contour lines, and understand different types of tracks and paths including open access land. We practised pacing to work out how long it would take to walk a given distance and how to cope with those pesky locations on the edge of the map. We learnt about working out grid references in case we need to call the emergency services in future. We were also set some individual navigational challenges and rose to the occasion, whilst enjoying a varied landscape of woodland, heathland and coastal paths.
We stopped for a well earned lunch break at the Coastguards Cottages cafe before winding our way back to the starting point via a section of the Sandlings Way, passing the ruins of the Franciscan Priory on our left and the perilous cliff edge to the east before descending back to Dunwich village for a final well-earned drink at the Ship Inn.
Thanks to Bob for sharing his wealth of expertise and leading the walk.
Text contributed by Phil D.; pics by Pete E. and Matty
Six of us gathered at the bridge at Dedham and got togged up with various wetsuits and buoyancy aids to face the River Stour. After a briefing from Matty our instructor, we tentatively crawled onto the boards and, kneeling, paddled out into the pool. Once we had learnt to go in a straight line we were shown how to climb to our feet and paddle and turn our boards. We all had a good go around the pool doing our best to avoid hitting each other and attempting to master the various techniques. Everyone was waiting for someone to fall off first so Phil duly obliged by trying to go too fast! Karen was then so busy laughing that she fell off as well. Emma and Pete showed solidarity in falling off too but Ruth and Rachel showed us how it was done but remaining on their boards.
We were then deemed expert enough to set off down the river. Once under the bridge (Phil having to duck) we meandered our way through the meadows enjoying the beautiful countryside from a different perspective. Very peaceful and enjoyable although a few hazards of overhanging tree branches, rowing boats broadside to the stream out of control and posts in the water had to be avoided. We paused half way to Flatford down by the footbridge and the general public were entertained by six wetsuited people running up and down to warm up. However they were spared another conga [thank goodness! – ed.].
The way back was slightly tougher against the stream and wind but we were growing in confidence and made it back in one piece. As Rachel and Phil were paddling up we heard someone on the bank say it must have taken loads of practice to make it look that easy. We didn’t let on! Back to the pool and off with the gear. We were treated to the sight of Karen clutching her hot water bottle to warm up!
It was then felt that we had earned a roast dinner and we retired to the Marlborough in Dedham for a couple of hours. All in all a great morning enjoyed by all. Definitely up to do more. Thanks Matty for looking after us, Ruth for buying Pete the session as a present and Pete for opening it up to us.
On Sunday, a few of us met at Braintree Station car park for a relaxing stroll in the Braintree area. The paths we took were all carefully selected by Glen, the IOG’s appointed Mastermind of Multiple Meanders. When sauntering briefly alongside the River Blackwater in a park setting, we spotted bluebells everywhere. The noisy hammering of a nearby woodpecker who remained well hidden was a welcome sound. Several paths offered interesting views onto vast and open fields and we passed some interesting features, like Bocking Mill, a Grade 1 listed restored windmill and the splendid Deanery Church of ST Mary at Bocking, a late Gothic or perpendicular building, dating mainly from the 15th and 16th centuries. There, we stopped for lunch and were comfortably seated on benches, admiring the pretty flower beds in this very well managed church yard. I would have liked to go inside this attractive church, but there was a service at the time.
The second part of this walk led us across the River Pant, then we passed close to the Grade 1 listed Panfield Hall in lovely countryside before a short section through an industrial estate, rejoining rural vistas en route to Rayne. There we skirted All Saints Church on entering the village. We then proceeded along the tree-lined Flitch Way path from near Rayne back to Braintree station where we all had a meal together in a nearby pub restaurant.
Somewhere in the region of 60 IOGers gathered around Grasmere for Easter this year – in the Youth Hostel, camping outside the Youth Hostel, in nearby Thorney How Hostel and also, I believe, Ambleside Youth Hostel. This was a challenging feat of organisation – compounded by rather resistant staff at the main hostel who did their best to block smooth proceedings – which our ex-Chair, Matthew, with help from Belinda, carried out with the unfailing cheer and humour we all know and love him for. Many, many thanks, Matthew – we are all looking forward to next year (no emojis available, but it would be someone rolling on the floor laughing), though fully understand if you think it is someone else’s turn.
We were hugely blessed with blissful, Midsummer Night’s Dream weather in the middle of April – incredibly beautiful days that England trots out occasionally to show that she can; sheep were lambing, birds nesting, vivid lime coloured leaves appearing on the trees, bluebells, blossom, daffs, and the intense green of new grass everywhere. For those of us who camped, the dawn chorus was breathtaking.
And then there were the activities! And they were many and various!
Thursday – Easedale Tarn
Contributed by M-L
One of the walks that started the trip for those who arrived early was a hike to Easdale Tarn on Day Minus One. This was just a little stroll up to the tarn to the west of Grasmere and back, but it was the first day and it was a taste of treks to come. Most enjoyable.
Multi-generational Stroll around Grasmere
Contributed by Karen, Pete F.
I think this was the shortest IOG walk of the day but it took the longest.
Our group had a leisurely 5-mile walk around Grasmere, followed by a lovely cup of tea and then a boat trip on the mere…
Thankfully, Peter Farrand saved the day as I couldn’t quite get the hang of rowing the boat.
It was lovely day spent with a diverse group, spanning 3 generations.
Contributed by M-L
This walk was kindly orchestrated by Lou, who, I am sure, would rather have been tackling something more challenging, but, being the gent he is, happily escorted those who wanted to take it a bit easy. It involved a gentle stroll along the south side of Grasmere (some recurring dispute about the definition of a ‘mere’ which got rather funny) and Rydal Water with a short rise to Loughrigg Terrace, a pretty view, and quite a long time sitting on a bench looking at it – exercising our wit rather than our legs.
A quick poke around Rydal Cave followed – nasty, dank-looking spot and I stayed in the sun where I could see if someone fell in while negotiating the stepping stones but was not given that treat – then onto Ambleside for, really, a most undeserved pint, but enjoyable nonetheless. Then it was back home along the north side past Rydal Park and I suspect, but don’t exactly remember, that our ardours were rewarded by another pint in Tweedies’ welcoming beer garden, more of which anon.
And more of the same
View up Grasmere from Loughrigg Terrace
That hat in Rydal Cave
Come on, slip someone.
Nope, made it back safely
Another day in paradise – Rydal Park
The ‘money tree’ which Francis had promised us.
Rowing on Grasmere
Contributed by M-L
For those exhausted by Lou’s stroll around Grasmere and Rydal Water on Friday, there was the option of rowing across them on Saturday – and a hilarious hour was spent catching crabs and doing tight, unintended little circles. Raj, who had never held an oar before, quickly picked it up – picked two of them up, actually – and allowed the rest of us to admire how high we had climbed the day before.
Rachael’s High Raise Walk
Text contributed by A. Non; pics by A. Non and Alan B.
[Now, I wouldn’t have anything to say about this – the very title ‘Rachael’s Walk’ striking chill into my slothful heart – but fortunately someone has recovered enough to send in a report – ed.].
Unlike the fair-weather, ambling (wimp) author of the above [the nerve – ed.] there are some who delight in anything with a hint of challenge. Challenge just about covers anything Rachael leads (except perhaps Morris dancing which is puzzling).
Actually I think she listed this walk as moderate but secretly thought doable on crutches. The route was generally upwards, passing Easedale Tarn en route. A good spot for a quick break.
Easedale Tarn was about half way to Sickle Tarn where we rested again, prevaricating, until it became obvious that’s what we were doing, while others over-analysed the options to get up onto High Raise. There were only two, both of which scared off one stalwart who returned to the hostel.
In this picture, taken from above the tarn, there’s a Grade 1 scramble called Jack’s Rake. That was one of the routes and some of us climbed it. Not the younger ones surprisingly. They thought we pensioners had fewer years to lose. They opted for the longer, easier, safer walk to the top.
We all survived.
Someone heard that there was only one bottle of 6X at the hostel and sped off, leading the way along the ridges to Hel Crag and down to home.
Cloudless skies in the Lake District at Easter. Whoever heard of that?
Grasmere to Little Langdale
[This walk was led by Andy and apparently it traversed the pretty lowland area of Little Langdale with a stop to explore the Cathedral Caves , then went onto Elterwater and back over a bit of a hill to Grasmere. Has anyone anything more to add? – ed.]
This would have been great fun to watch as Toby, Belinda and Pete indulged in jumping off rocks and sliding down waterfalls. Miraculously, all came home in one piece. There are some great ‘caption competition’ pics amongst these.
Easedale Tarn – in a more challenging incarnation than on Thursday
Contributed by Lou
According to some IOG members, this was only half a walk, but in its favour it allowed for two lunch stops and an early finish at the pub.
We met some other IOGers at Easedale Tarn who had strolled up earlier.
After lounging around for a while, we proceeded further uphill to the ridge behind Blea Crag. Some discussion was had about the origins of the grassy mounds. Theories included glacial deposits, fallen rocks, and mining slagheaps. Where was our geologist when we needed her? The two lunch stops were taken on the ridge, which met with some ridicule due to the short distance between them.
A short stroll later and we were at the tarns just south of Lang How. These were recommended as a prominent navigational feature and so they were, being surrounded by rather boggy terrain. Due to either good luck or good planning, the bogs were drier than usual and we managed to follow the path without getting wet feet. As previously mentioned, we were back at the pub in good time and enjoyed a couple of pints before returning to the hostel.
Helm Crag at a Steady Pace
Contributed by Peter F.
This walk was led by Karen – with son Bruce, Maria and writer- using IOG map 4 and the Grasmere map from the village shop.
From Thorney How we gently climbed past Lancrigg and Whitecrag. After that it became tougher. We climbed very slowly and reached the summit after 2 hours. There were beautiful views all round and it was good to watch the traffic on the A591 a mile away.
From the summit we decided that going back the same route would be too steep so we proceeded towards Gibson Knott until we found the footpath down into Easedale. That was also quite steep in places, with some boggy areas, but in Easedale valley we found a stream to bathe our feet in, and relax for while. The footpath into Grasmere was very pleasant so we had delicious shandies in the village .
The toughest mountain I have ever climbed… [you put me to shame, Pete – ed.]
[About this one I know nothing , beyond what can be seen in Francis’ pics – green, green, green. Francis appears to be a wildlife whisperer, or has something tempting in his rucksack – ed.]
Steel Fell and Helm Crag Ridge
This was another of Lou’s walks – with absolutely smashing scenery, as can be seen from the pics.
Pete E. reports:
I had spent the first day of our Lake District adventure on an epic trek led by Rachael, with many familiar faces. It was great fun, though plenty exhausting. After a day’s respite, jumping in and out of ghylls, I was ready to dive back into a group walk but decided that the more leisurely tramp around Steel Fell, Calf Crag and approaching Helm Crag that Lou had proposed seemed just the ticket. Having heard stories of the scary scrambling the elites had done the previous day, I was now too scared to volunteer for the tough walk of the day. Clearly I made the right call, as we were joined by Steve who must have been thinking along similar lines.
It was a pleasant circular route, starting from the hostel in Grasmere, though things took a very downward turn initially when one of our number sustained an incredibly painful ankle injury on one of the roads leading to Fairy Glen. After looking it over, and being threatened by some mean-looking cows who wandered over out of curiosity, it was decided best not to push on with an injury and so a return trip to the hostel was embarked upon … our number was reduced by one, therefore, before we even made it to the first hill.
Fortunately, the rest of the day was much less exciting … Lou led us carefully and confidently up on to the ridge and onward to Steel Fell. The views were sublime and the walk was a dream – Steve and I spent most of it agog at the idea of multiple rest stops up the climb. Lou continued the theme by bringing us along to Calf Crag and providing not only two separate lunch stops, but a tasty dose of Easter chocolate to boot! The views were spectacular and by the time we reached Helm Crag, we had plenty of energy for climbing to get some epic selfies from the top of the peak.
Of course, no walk with Lou is complete without a trip to a pub, so we eventually ended up coming down to Tweedies in Grasmere, for a tasty dinner and some refreshments. Loved it!
Easter chocolate on Steel Fell
Approaching Helm Crag
The kings of Helm Crag
And finally – an activity to which we could all relate
Anne has kindly contributed a few lines of praise for what became an institution, a spot to gather after walks – taxing or trifling – queue endlessly for a drink (though Anne suggests Trevor’s solution for that one) and then deconstruct the day. Great times!
ODE DE TWEEDIES
Wonderful weather, stunning scenery, walks galore,
What other delights could one ask for?
“Brilliant beers”, I hear you say,
“Well-deserved after trekking all day.”
We all worked up an avid thirst,
But who would arrive at Tweedies Bar first?
Even with ludicrously long queues,
It was well worth the wait to sample their booze.
Beers to suit every taste,
As long as we were not in haste.
Well, out of the many drinks to rave about,
My favourite was Mokka Milk Stout.
At 6.8% a tipple to be sipped,
Yet the first pint too easily downwards slipped.
Then came the dilemma: what next?
The thought of the bar queue left me quite vexed.
A valuable lesson soon learnt from Trevor:
Buy two pints at a time. How clever!
That solution worked well for my favourite stout
Until, shock horror, the Mokka ran out!
Pleased to report other beers were soon on sale
To ensure a happy end to my tale.
My final treacly, chocolatey beer
Was a fine way to end our sessions of good cheer.
Anne offers Steve a taste of her ‘treacly, chocolatey beer ‘
Not much enthusiasm here
But Steve is always a gentleman
Delightful company, chilled chatter,
There’s nothing like having a good natter
With outdoor friends who made the weekend such fun
Be it hiking up mountains or just enjoying the sun.
Gathered round a pub table at the end of the day
Beer in hand and in mouth, an excellent IOG trip away.