|   THE 
                        CUMBRIA 
                        WAY 
 CW03: 
                        Coniston to Skelwith Bridge;    Wednesday 
                        16th April 2008
 The 
                        key to the logistics of this section was to be the 505 
                        bus- The Coniston Rambler. The plan was to drive 
                        to Skelwith Fold, park the car, catch the 11:32 to Coniston 
                        and walk back. The 
                        first omen that all might not go to plan was when we 
                        saw a double decker bus broken down on Bannerigg.  However 
                        it turned out not to be the 505. The 
                        next omen was the traffic congestion between Windermere 
                        and Troutbeck Bridge. We crawled a long distance for 
                        such a tiny hole in the road, by which time it was touch 
                        and go whether we would be at the bus stop in time. 
                         We consoled ourselves that the bus, which we now 
                        realised started in Windermere, would have been equally 
                        held up and should be behind us.  The only problem 
                        left was to find the bus stop.  This is variously 
                        described in the literature as being at Skelwith Fold 
                        or Skelwith Fold Lane End.  However there was no 
                        bus stop sign at the end of the Skelwith Fold lane (real 
                        name Bog Lane!) so we went up to Skelwith Fold.  We 
                        stopped three times to ask the whereabouts of the bus 
                        stop but the first guy was from Essex and the second 
                        misunderstood.  However the third lady knew that 
                        it set down at Brathay, on the Hawkshead Road..  So 
                        we made our way back, painfully slowly behind a campervan 
                        behind a push bike.  There was no bus stop at Brathay. 
                         We drove past Skelwith Fold Lane End for the second 
                        time, this time continuing on to Hawkshead, and over 
                        half a mile down the road what should we find but a 
                        bus stop. Outside Skelwith Fold Caravan Park. Very 
                        helpful literature.  Not!.   Too 
                        late now, the bus could not possibly be so delayed. 
                         We thought, briefly, about waiting for the next 
                        bus or alternatively driving to Coniston, doing the 
                        walk and catching a bus back to Coniston but, apart 
                        from the day slipping away, the problem was that the 
                        bus stop was even further off our route than we had 
                        originally envisaged.  The 1.6 miles that we would 
                        have to cover after reaching Skelwith Bridge caused 
                        us to rethink. Today, 
                        a short walk.  Next time: two cars! So 
                        we parked near Pull Wike and headed across fields on 
                        what was described on the way mark as The 
                        Windermere Way- that's a new one to us but 
                        turns out to be a 45 mile circuit of Windermere.   
                            
                                | 
 Entering 
                                    Skelwith Fold.... | 
 ... 
                                    and leaving |  
                            
                                | Skelwith 
                                    Fold is a beautiful little hamlet and as 
                                    you start the descent to Skelwith Bridge, 
                                    the panorama that suddenly enfolds has the 
                                    wow factor big time.   The 
                                    house there arguably has the best view that 
                                    does not include a lake in the whole 
                                    of Lakeland! We 
                                    stopped just below it for lunch at a spot 
                                    where the Parish Council has considerately 
                                    placed a slate with the names of the hills 
                                    marked thereon.. | 
 Lunch 
                                    stop team  photo |  
 
 
 Arguably 
                        the best view that does not include a lake in the whole 
                        of Lakeland!   Down 
                        after lunch to Skelwith Bridge and the Kirkstone Galleries, 
                        then we crossed back over the river and took the Cumbria 
                        Way for a short while in the Coniston direction.   
                            
                                | 
 Skelwith 
                                    Bridge chimneys | 
 Skelwith 
                                    Bridge |  In 
                        fact this the stretch the BOOTboys 
                        should have done on BB0811 but 
                        had left too soon by a farm track.  We left by 
                        the same farm track today and took the road marked to 
                        Hawkshead- a pleasant quiet stroll through the woods. 
                          The 
                        final stretch was off road, down past Holmeshead Farm. 
                         Past a cottage being renovated we met a man who 
                        was repairing the track.  I thought we were near 
                        the road leading down to the car so I asked him if I 
                        had the right place on the map. 
                            
                                | 
 Holmeshead 
                                    Farm | He 
                                    immediately transported us a mile to the 
                                    south west, to the other side of the Drunken 
                                    Duck.   When 
                                    I pointed out we could not possibly be there 
                                    as we had not crossed any roads since the 
                                    farm, he said "Look, I'm a local lad 
                                    and I'm telling you that you are at Pull 
                                    Beck cottage.  It's not shown on the 
                                    map but that's where you are.  Why 
                                    not call in the pub for a pint as you pass 
                                    it?"  We 
                                    thanked him kindly and carried on down the 
                                    track to be miraculously transported back 
                                    to where I thought we were in the first 
                                    place, just above the car. |  He 
                        might be local but he was about as good at map reading 
                        as I am at repairing tracks. Or maybe he had been 
                        in the Duck for lunch.  We 
                        had our second lunch parked in the car over looking 
                        Windermere near Belle Grange and returned home via the 
                        Ferry.  Not quite the day we planned but a pleasant 
                        stroll with its entertainment en route!   Wednesday 
                        23rd April 2008 One 
                        week on and we had our secret weapon.  With Jamie 
                        at home for a few days we had no need to rely on public 
                        transport with misleading descriptions of bus stops 
                        in inconvenient locations.  We could play the two 
                        car trick. The 
                        weather forecast said that the rain would continue until 
                        1 p.m. at least but later it would be a sunny afternoon. 
                         So we set off about 1:45 p.m. and as we drove 
                        past Windermere it magically transformed from a grim 
                        to a stunning day- beautiful warm sunshine with crystal 
                        clear visibility. 
                            
                                | We 
                                    left Jamie's car at Skelwith Bridge and 
                                    headed down to park mine at Coniston. It 
                                    was a bit weird setting off across the fields remembering 
                                    that the last time I had been on that route, 
                                    I had already completed 12 miles, was in 
                                    some considerable difficulty but had another 
                                    11 to go and it was snowing (BB0811). 
                                      This 
                                    time, I am pleased to say, I was moving 
                                    quite freely and the weather was perfect! |   A 
                                    friendly mother and child |  At 
                        Monk Coniston, amidst some very friendly sheep, there is a rather smart looking stone 
                        building which once was a shelter for fox hounds and 
                        now serves as a shelter or information centre about 
                        the estate.  The posters explain how the estate 
                        was bought in Victorian times by a Leeds woollen magnate 
                        and many years later sold to the ubiquitous Beatrix 
                        Potter, for whom we have much to thank. 
                            
                                |   This 
                                    fine building turns out to be..... |   .....a 
                                    fox hound shelter and information centre |  It 
                        was a delightful climb up through the woods to Tarn 
                        Hows cottage and out onto the road.  The designers 
                        of the Cumbria Way were not as evil minded as the masochists 
                        responsible for the Spring 
                        in Lakeland Walk and allowed us to keep 
                        the height gained rather than sending us back down to 
                        the valley to start all over again! 
                            
                                |   Tarn 
                                    Hows cottage |   Masochists 
                                    left, kind folk right |  On 
                        the minor road up to Tarn Hows we were buzzed by two 
                        planes. The first was a mean looking thing with twin 
                        tail fins.  The looked just as lethal. Next, 
                        I saw a car with someone driving who had a passing resemblance 
                        to our friend Jean.  Two seconds and twenty yards 
                        behind me, by remarkable coincidence, Margaret saw a 
                        car that was being driven by our friend Jean.  And 
                        accompanied by another friend  plus that friend's daughter 
                        whom Jamie had known from childhood.  Small world! 
                         But then Tarn Hows is the Lake District's most 
                        popular parking place although we do not believe the 
                        claimed one million visitors per year. That is a daily 
                        average of 2,740. Is that credible? We think not. 
                        Mind you, it was quite busy today but a bad mistake 
                        by the guide book- there was no ice cream van to be 
                        found!! 
                            
                                |   Being 
                                    buzzed! |   Tarn 
                                    Hows team  picture |  Despite 
                        all the snide comments made by the pundits about Tarn 
                        Hows and its artificiality, it is a splendid sight and 
                        we had our afternoon tea on a wooded knoll overlooking 
                        the lake, watching the honking geese.  An ice cream 
                        would have been nice, though. I 
                        had not paid too much attention to the Cicerone Cumbria 
                        Way guide book so far today as I knew the way, although 
                        occasional glances had not always seemed to tally with 
                        what we were experiencing.  Perhaps the situation 
                        on the ground has changed too much since it was written 
                        or perhaps the ground itself has moved- that was certainly 
                        to be the case later at High Park Farm where the waymarked 
                        path came sooner than expected and a wire fence turned 
                        out to be a stone wall.  Also at the end of this 
                        section, the Way no longer goes down to Skelwith Bridge, 
                        which caused us a bit of confusion. Notwithstanding 
                        such changes, the description of the route to be taken 
                        is quite weak at Tarn Hows.  The impression is 
                        given of a dam at the north end of the tarn and on reaching 
                        the lane, I would have thought that taking a road that 
                        loses height should be described as going "down" 
                        rather than "up".  Fortunately the direction 
                        was correct. 
                            
                                |   No-one 
                                    falls in for the photographer! |   Wetherlam 
                                    in the distance |  The 
                        descent to Oxen Fell and then on to High Park farm was 
                        dominated by the view of Wetherlam but we were speculating 
                        whether we might get a glimpse of the Hidden Mountain 
                        (BB0814) 
                        before the day was out. 
                            
                                |   Margaret 
                                    cools down |   Colwith 
                                    Force falls |  Having 
                        criticised the guide book for its inaccuracies and inadequacies, 
                        I must give the author credit for insisting that we 
                        took the alternative, unofficial diversion to Colwith 
                        Force. That was lovely section through the woods 
                        by the river and its waterfall.  Sadly, moving 
                        water seldom photographs impressively. Climbing 
                        up to Low Park, I became convinced that the hill now 
                        just peeping out over the shoulder of Wetherlam was 
                        the Hidden Mountain, Swirl How.  Jamie however 
                        was less sure and declared it to be Great Carrs.  Subsequent 
                        computer analysis by our mapping software, particularly 
                        and, conclusively Google Earth with it 3D photo realism, 
                        proved him right. 
                            
                                |   Not 
                                    the Hidden Mountain peeping round Wetherlam |   Definitely 
                                    the Langdales! |  There 
                        are some lovely cottages along this stretch, including 
                        the very tempting four star Elterwater Park guest house. 
                         
                            
                                |   Elterwater 
                                    Park Guest House..... |   ..... 
                                    and garden |  Sadly, 
                        no doubt due to the morning's rain, there was no washing 
                        to be seen.  Just a washing line with a wonderful 
                        view! 
                            
                                |   The 
                                    washing line (empty) with a view |   Losing 
                                    the Way |  As 
                        previously hinted, we got a little confused just before 
                        the end as the waymarked way no longer goes down to 
                        Skelwith Bridge but once we realised our mistake we 
                        retraced our steps and found the road back to the car. Jamie 
                        took us up to Coniston for the other car and then I 
                        drove home through this spectacular scenery for the 
                        second beautiful evening in succession.  It's a 
                        hard life! Don, 
                        23rd April 2008 STATISTICS 
                            
                                | Distance:3.7 
                                    miles (non-qualifying)
 6.6 miles (qualifying)
 25.5 miles cumulative
 | Height 
                                    climbed:558 feet (non qualifying)
 1,217 
                                    feet (qualifying)
 3,641 feet 
                                    cumulative
 |   |  Maps:
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