Moor End

The boys couldn't resist a sausage roll.

Walking toward the Lakes

Andy, Andy and Nigel pacing out down the trail. We came across fellow walkers from all around the world. Many a lot older than us! Although the winds were strong and the skies looked threatening, we only had a small amount of rain. We followed Wainwrights maps to the letter and found them very accurate. We finally arrived at Ennerdale Bridge at 5pm and the people from the Stork Hotel Frizington came and picked us up.

The cliffs near St Bees

St Bees Beach - official start of the walk

Some blue skies welcomed us. We touched the Irish Sea and collected a pebble before setting off over the headland pictured. We walked around spectacular cliffs in a howling gale. Eventually we headed inland, passing through a number of tiny towns. We traversed farms with sheep, cattle and crops. We crossed kissing styles, forded streams and went through these strange gates. A lot of the time we walked along trails which were boggy and some of the times virtually a stream. We climbed a huge hill, 324m high affording us spectacular views back to the coast and to the Lakes District ahead. The weather windy was mostly fine.

Day 2 - St Bees to Ennerdale Bridge, 23.5km, 8 hours

The team
I woke to a raging storm at 6. By 7 the rain had stopped but the wind was howling. Traditional English breakfast then headed off at 9 after photos and a few false starts.

Day 1 - St Bees

This morning at 9 Andy and I met the Wilsons at the Marriott in London where we picked up a hire car. As we, or at least Lesley put the cases in and out of the boot like fitting together a many doubters passed by and said they would never fit. Forty minutes later we were all in the car with all of our luggage heading out of London.
We had a fun drive north, stopping in Rugby for morning tea and supplies. We continued on arriving in the spectacular Lakes .district around three, and St Bees after four. The hills were alive with colour, the most spectacular the pink hues of the heather high up. The sheep grazed on seemingly precipitous hills. A strong wind was coming off the ocean.
We settled into Fleatham house and were welcomed with a hot cup of tea in a beautiful drawing room, and warm tea cake. We both have wonderful rooms with views over the cliffs at South Head out to the Irish Sea. This is where we will be walking tomorrow. Tonight we eat at the Queens Head.

Andy in training on Kassie