Day 9 Deepdale Beck to Middleton-in-Teasdale
14.1km, 388 metres of
ascent, 3 hours 55 minutes
|Near Blackton Reservoir, Baldersdale
|Grassholme Reservoir - evidence of our unusually dry summer
|John's Boot, illustrating one of the many uses for duck tape - I always carry some wrapped around my walking poles
The Teesdale Hotel, our luxury* accommodation for the night would not allow us to enter until 3 pm. This gave time for John to pop to Raine’s Hardware store to try to buy boot repair products.
(* The use of the word "luxury" may not be entirely accurate. "Adequate" might have been better, although to be fair hospitality venues have had a torrid couple of years)
Raine’s is the sort of hardware shop that appeals to the
middle aged and elderly. One of those places you find in many small towns. They sell everything, from children’s toys in faded boxes that have sat in the shop window since 1969, to plastic flowers, to dustbins, assorted nuts and bolts that
can be bought singly rather than in packs of two hundred…and…amazingly, and
hidden away upstairs in Raine's,…walking boots. Eureka. John now had the choice of two pairs.
One pair by a well-known manufacturer costing two squillion pounds and one by “Hogg’s
of Fife” costing somewhat less. Having lots of pairs back at home, and only
needing something to last for another week he opted for the latter, and
parcelled his ruined pair up to post home to do battle with the manufacturers, if necessary with the
support of the Sale of Goods Act.
Apart from the normal B and B stuff like the much needed shower, washing our smalls
and then heading off to stock up at the Co-op, the only other noteworthy mention of our stop in Middleton was the fabulously delicious meal we had at Forrester's French Bistro
opposite the hotel. I had scallopy things followed by maple smoked duck breast in some saucy* stuff if you’re interested. You’re not? Well I won’t tell you what I had for pudding
(*That's not "ooo matron saucy", it's sauce saucy, sauce in this context meaning very fancy gravy). Do click on the linky thing there.
Day 10 Middleton-in
Teasdale to High Cup Nick
26.5km, 688 metres of
ascent, 7 hours 35 minutes
What a brilliant day's walking, in great walking weather. Mainly dry, a little sun, and just the right temperature. Absolutely fabulozy. Much of the way followed the River Tees upstream.
|Low Force(ish) on the River Tees
|High Force (with no "ish" about it)
|Following the Tees upstream
The scenery was wonderful. And it features well known landmarks such as Low Force, High Force and then onward through the Upper Tees Valley, which feels pretty remote and wild apart from the occasional farm. The path gets quite bouldery in places and is a little tricky for the unbalanced (mentally and physically in my case). John entertained himself by going ahead and then taking photos of me each time I slipped, grimaced or generally made myself look a pillock. He seemed to take delight in sneaking these out on Facebook at the earliest opportunity. Cauldron Snout was reached. It is very impressive. The path up the side involves a scramble, which would be easy wearing just a day pack but far less so for an old bloke with a large backpack. John floated upwards and was at the top whilst I was still huffing and puffing well below. I’ve commented before on John’s ability to go up fairly steep rock without touching it with his hands. By coincidence I came across this two minute video of legendary rock climber Johnny Dawes the other day. Click on that linky thing and be amazed. I am not suggesting Johnboy could manage a full on rock climb without using his hands but the video is still worth a watch in its entirety for the jaw dropping skill in evidence.
|The Upper Tees Valley
|Our two tents are pitched on the shelf in the background above High Cup Nick
|John getting up close to take photos
|High Cup Nick
Day 11 High Cup Nick
31.3km, 1090 metres
of ascent, 10 hours 30 minutes
|The morning after the night before
…it was horrid. Clag, wet and windy. Not a sign of High Cup Nick. It must have been stolen overnight. We had to lose a great deal of height before we were out of the cloud but were in Dufton by 9.15am. The café didn’t open until 10. As we stood outside ready to break open a snack the owner arrived to set up. I put on a very sad face and shivered a bit and so she let us in and kindly had bacon and sausages sizzling in the pan within minutes.
The rest of the day, for me, was a tiring slog. We ascended into the cloud again as we made the long climb up towards Knock Old Man and then stayed in this foulness for several hours, with the wind becoming increasingly fierce as we crossed much featureless ground. By the summit of Great Dun Fell the wind was gusting, I guess, to gale force. We plodded on over Little Dun Fell and on to the summit of Cross Fell, the highest point in the Pennines, at just under 3000 feet above seal level. No views, of course. The experience at the top was almost surreal. We arrived just before a large party who had walked up from Kirkland. They were all Christians on an annual pilgrimage in honour of some allegedly well known historical Christian figure with associations to Kirkland. Not well known enough, though, for me to have heard of him. The conversation around us in the wind shelter became increasingly bizarre as well as intense and philosophical as theology was discussed by the group, in between musings about Manchester United’s chances that afternoon as at least one of them was a fervent supporter.
|The summit of Cross Fell
|Looking surprisingly chipper on the summit of Cross Fell
|Camped at the back of the Village Hall in Garrigill
Day 12 Garrigill to Knarsdale
18.6km, 325 metres of
ascent, 6 hours 45 minutes (including a very long stop in Alston)
|The South Tyne Valley near Garrigill
The weather was fine again. The walk to Alston, following the South Tyne River, was pleasant. Alston’s cafés did not appear to open on a Sunday but eventually we found one and also visited the Co-op and the Spar to fill our food bags. And pies may well have been purchased. In my case it was filled with black pudding and pork and lovely jelly stuff. Then it was off along the South Tyne again, with the Way making an uphill detour to walk by Whitley Roman Fort. Unspectacular walking, but not unpleasant and still dry underfoot. My theory is that if the Pennine Way was being devised today most of the route from Alston to Greenhead would change and it would follow the much newer South Tyne Trail along the old railway line to Haltwhistle then cut up to Hadrian’s Wall. But it doesn’t, although for one short 20 minute stretch as we neared Knarsdale, I did follow the South Tyne Trail whilst John, being a good boy and a purist, headed up some fields and then back down again along the Way proper.
|This is that old railway viaduct that's always photographed on this stretch of the Way, possibly because so few features stand out
|Snack stop by the South Tyne
We spent the late afternoon playing ‘What time is it Mr Wolf’
with the large numbers of sheep in the field. They stood in a long line watching us at the tents. Each time
we looked away they moved a little closer. We would look round and the line of
sheep would be standing still, only closer, watching
us. We would turn our backs. Repeat. They got closer and closer. Eventually they would run off. A few minutes later
they would do it all over again. Well it must be dull being a sheep in
|If you look pathetic enough you can blag a spot in a friendly farmer's field
|Happy bunny eating the last of his black pudding pork pie