Cambridge House, Reeth to Keld Lodge
11 miles. Walked the first 6, then took bus to Keld.
3 Hours was enough for this hiker.
" A traveler sees what he sees. A tourist sees what he had come to see." G. K. Chesterton
Breakfast at Cambridge House. Trout and scrambled eggs - encouraged by Gary. Tasty. Beautiful classical music came drifting from the kitchen. Learned from Sheila that the music came from the wifi in the private quarters of the building. Nice, but I would have appreciated the wifi working elsewhere in the ancient stone structure. Frustrating!!
England VOTES today.
Mum escorting the children uphill to school, in the rain. All 4 kids had the same books bag (required). Infant along for the delivery snug under plastic cover.
Canadian men at breakfast quite chatty about the Art world. The wife of one, Barbara, is a textile artist. She will be coming to Reeth in September of 2018 for some sort of 'textile' festival. Much talk about Sante Fe and an artist gallery. The wife had really liked a piece of textile and inquired about the price. Learned it was $16,000, but had been purchased that morning by the Smithsonian.
My MARMOT rain gear seems to have reach the limits of product guarantee. I was rather soaked today. The Indiana lady met at the tea shop had also a Marmot jacket and she replaced hers in Kirkby Stephen, and with the jacket her son was wearing. I plan to complain once home.
Very large. Very lush. Very green leaves today.
It RAINED!
Approaching the village of Gunnerside.
The Swaledale valley.
Village community garden plot below in the triangle.
Bus arrived and it was the same driver from two weeks ago. After the other two passengers got off in Muker, with the plan he would collect them on his return journey, he started talking to me (his only paying person).
Learned he had been contacted by an attorney from the US who had been trying to track him down. He is the only surviving relative of someone who had passed away and left a lot of money. The driver was set to inherit $5.5 million. He was ecstatic, and hoped it would actually transpire. He expect to hear yet today. And, he didn't want those other two guys from the bus to know, yet they had big ears and big mouths.
The man gave me his card and said I should email him once I got home, first so he would know I and my knee survived, and 2nd to see if his fortune ship actually came through.
His card said he was a "Renowned Materialzation Medium". Chris Howard.
Chocolate orange cake at the Ghyllfoot Tea Room.
Stalled going back out into the rain with the family from Richmond, Indiana, mom and dad and son, and also a British couple. The three tables kept sitting, talking, watching the clock and the rain. I departed first and I planned to catch the Little White Bus for the remaining distance for today. Knee issues. Back/rib issues. Rain issues. Only cookies and small bag of crisps last night for a meal (low energy).
Put away Coast to Coast map for the eastern half of the Walk. Tomorrow begins the final stretch of the return to St Bees. May the knees cooperate!
After arriving here at Keld Lodge (same bedroom from 2 weeks ago) and a long HOT SHOWER, curled up under a blanket and watch BBC. The program was A Place in Sun, Home or Away. This time a couple was shown 3 properties in Derbyshire and 3 near Valencia, Spain. The husband wanted the Derbyshire area. The house were typical British cottages, small, and pricey. The Spain properties were stunning, warm climate and for their money they could get so much more, including swimming pools. They chose, lois' choice - SPAIN!
Tonight's C2C people who are forming their trail companionships.
Dinner: same chorizo starter "salad", and a side of overpriced veggies.
One of the hikers at Keld Lodge made this statement "when I take a shower I don't get as wet as when I am walking."
Learned that the woman who fell up near the tarn above Grasmere and died, has still not been identified. She had nothing on her to say who she was, and no cell phone. At some point some family members will start to wonder where she is at, especially if they are used to her going off alone and being absent for a few weeks. Poor lady!
Learned the difference in taste between a Spring lamb and a Summer lamb, if a person is that much a taste specialist of lamb. Spring lambs have been eating Only milk from mommy. Summer lambs have been eating grasses.
"Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the big world." Gustavo Flaubert
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