Kidsty Pike is finally seen. Soon after the photo was taken the wind picked up. A LOT. Difficult to keep standing and not blown sideways. Rain and hail were soon beating on the rain jacket hood.
Selfie in the wind gusts. Quickly tucked the phone back into the waterproof froggie.
Martin and his dog were visible all day. Often off in the distance. Next time sitting and having a break (possibly for the poor spaniel who is undertaking the C2C with his human). Then Martin and dog would come striding up the path, pass me, and disappear for another hour.
Came upon Jean Pierre drinking out of a mountain stream. Said camping last night was nice. Sound if the river always flowing, and this morning birds singing. He walked off ahead of me and never saw him again today.
Found Becca's flip flop st some point on the path. Stuck it in the froggie and will hopefully deliver it to her in the next few days. Becca is planning on camping most of the way.
Biggest descent of the entire route occurred after Kidsty Pike. It was GRUELING! Hips! Knees! Ankles!
Once at the bottom before starting off on the 5 mile up and down path along Haweswater Reserve, took off the left boot and put the ankle brace on. That seemed to help.
There is that water reserve behind me. Now to just get the body around the north side.
Little of the cheese from breakfast yesterday made a tasty snack while fussing with boot and elastic brace.
Haweswater Reserve path was 5 miles long. Up. Down.
The Reserve supplies all water to Manchester.
The filling of the Reserve caused the removal of numerous small villages and the graves. Buildings were left abandoned and are covered by the water. In drought times the remains are visible.
Last night put the seamstress skills to work and fixed the problem with the gaiters. The thread is not Black, but it works.
Looking back along the path.
Looking ahead to where the feet are going.
The path was always muddy and I found I didn't care. Just kept plodding forward.
Long hard 5 mile walk all along Haweswater. Followed by another 5 miles into Shap climbing over many stiles, opening and closing gates.
Tried to follow my printed pages of the guide book, and at one point they all blew away from my fingers so had to make a mad dash across a sheep pasture to gather the precious pages. I needed to know where to go, and this section was confusing (sheep pastures all look alike).
Good Bye Lake District!
Thomas' box was exactly where it was was 4 years ago.
What a supply to chose from at a low point in the day. Chose the orange soda and a Mars bar. Problem was I had to carry the empty can for the next 3 hours 🙁
Ruined Farm the route passed by.
Shap Abbey.
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