|   THE 
                        CUMBRIA 
                        WAY 
   CW06: 
                         Rosthwaite to High Brandlehow;    Wednesday 
                        17th September 2008
 I 
                        thought I was Billy No-mates.  Abandoned by all 
                        my BOOTboy 
                        chums, 
                        I had no one to go out with me.  Then Margaret 
                        spoke up.  "I'll go out with you, darling," she 
                        said. "Let's do another section of the Cumbria Way." 
                          After 
                        such a long, weather-induced lay off, I was a little 
                        taken by surprise by her eagerness to undergo a third 
                        expedition in nine days but the forecast was so promising 
                        that the opportunity could not be missed.  With 
                        all this walking plus her swimaerobics and pilates she 
                        is in danger of getting really fit! A 
                        lateish start was needed, ruling out travelling at the 
                        Government's expense to Keswick but we were in time 
                        to catch the 12:25 bus down Borrowdale.  Being 
                        at the head of the queue we were able to bag the prime 
                        seats- upstairs on the open deck, sat at the front. That 
                        was fun. It was like a fairground ride. We were thrown 
                        every which way as the bus hurtled down the winding 
                        lane, hitting trees and just missing rocks and other 
                        vehicles.  The only thing lacking was a water flume 
                        which, no doubt, has been a feature on many days this 
                        year as evidenced by the fact that the first thing we 
                        saw on alighting at Rosthwaite was a sign notifying 
                        the cancellation of the Shepherd's Meet, presumably 
                        due to waterlogged fields. 
                            
                                | 
 The 
                                    view from the fairground ride | 
 Another 
                                    casualty of the summer |  No 
                        risk of rain today, however; mist gradually burning 
                        off, a really good day in prospect, for once. 
 The 
                        Way ahead from Rosthwaite 
                            
                                | On 
                                    reaching the River Derwent there are two 
                                    alternatives: to cross by the stepping stones 
                                    or to stay on the right bank and cross later 
                                    by the bridge.   The 
                                    stones looked large and reasonably safe 
                                    so I chose that route with, I thought, Margaret 
                                    following.  However 
                                    my dramatic wobble that occurred three quarters 
                                    of the way across put her off such heroics 
                                    so she retreated and for the next few hundred 
                                    yards we went our separate Ways, so to speak! | 
 Will 
                                    she or won't she? |  After 
                        the bridge, we had another choice.  The Way stays 
                        down near the river, travelling through the woods.  But 
                        the guidebook suggests that Castle Crag with its splendid 
                        views is too good an opportunity to miss.  Consequently 
                        we set off across and up the fields to join the high 
                        level path that leads to the crag.  Once on the 
                        shoulder you can see that the path is steep and up slate 
                        quarry workings.  Margaret had seen Julia Bradbury 
                        making heavy weather of it and decided it was not for 
                        her so I abandoned her and went up solo whilst she had 
                        an early lunch (if you can call 1:45 p.m. early).  In 
                        so doing I captured another Wainwright and drew level 
                        with Stan at 61 left. 
                            
                                | 
 The 
                                    slate path up Castle Crag | 
 Slate 
                                    workings art gallery |  It 
                        was quite steep, the ground a little loose and with 
                        some steep drops if you were very uncareful but worth 
                        the effort.  Some of the slate workings have been 
                        transformed into a sort of informal art gallery!   
 The 
                        panorama from the top of Castle Crag At 
                        the top is a memorial to the men of Borrowodale who 
                        died in the first world war, sadly defaced for or by 
                        some idiot called Carol. Unfortunately the growth of 
                        the conifers is progressively reducing the scope of 
                        the view compared with when Alf must have been there 
                        and you can see more from a little lower down. 
 Derwent 
                        Water from Castle Crag 
 Borrowdale 
                        from Castle Crag 
                            
                                | 
 The 
                                    dutifully waiting Margaret from Castle Crag | 
 The 
                                    retreat from Castle Crag |  We 
                        then decided to retreat back to the official route so 
                        went back down the fields, enjoying the stunning view 
                        across to Greenup Gill, to rejoin the path through the 
                        woods. 
                            
                                | 
 Another 
                                    photo of Greenup Gill! | 
 Old 
                                    Mine Workings |  Despite 
                        the old mine entrance, I found the woods a slight 
                        disappointment but only because they were over-hyped 
                        in the guidebook. The path did not follow the river 
                        as closely as implied and although it is certainly a 
                        very pleasant woodland complete with the predicted dappling, 
                        the splendour of the surrounding views was largely obscured. Emerging 
                        at the other end, Margaret spotted a washing photo opportunity 
                        with a difference- at a campsite. She also spotted, 
                        on the other side of a field, a strange brushwood structure 
                        at the edge of the woods. Whether it had purpose or 
                        was just artwork is hard to say. 
                            
                                | 
 Hollows 
                                    Wood washing | 
 Field 
                                    art? |  We 
                        then had another choice to make.  The official 
                        Way heads left up to Hollows Farm but the guidebook 
                        recommends going right and through Grange.  Grange 
                        holds happy memories for me of returning from Cat Bells 
                        on school camp, buying ice cream and messing about in 
                        the river under the bridges, so that was the chosen 
                        route.  We were very tempted to take a coffee in 
                        one of the cafés 
                        but we still had some left in the flasks and so pressed 
                        on. On 
                        the outskirts of the village is a strange combination 
                        of lamp, telephone box and sign saying Gratitude.  That 
                        turned out to be the name of the house but specifically 
                        for what the owner was grateful could only be surmised 
                        from the splendour of the location! 
                            
                                | 
 Gratitude. 
                                     But for What? | 
 Rosehips 
                                    under examination |  The 
                        hedgerows were full of fruit.  Margaret was tempted 
                        to fill her sack. 
                            
                                | 
 Team 
                                    photo at Manesty | 
 Looking 
                                    back to Castle Crag |  The 
                        Way approaches the lake by a boarded path across the 
                        marshland at Manesty. Derwent Water was very still 
                        and we were looking forward to having second lunch (more 
                        like afternoon tea) by the lake.  
                            
                                | 
 Manesty 
                                    walkway | 
 A 
                                    very still Derwent Water |  We 
                        thought it prudent to press on to High Brandlehow as 
                        the day was decidedly going off. There was a gathering 
                        gloom up Borrowdale.  We had planned to continue 
                        walking as far as Keswick and, in theory, there was 
                        sufficient time before sunset but with this impending 
                        gloom, the prospect faded in appeal.  As we neared 
                        the jetty we saw the ferry, our means of escape, departing. 
                         Our spirits sank and were not lightened by the 
                        absence of any time table at the landing stage. However, 
                        two sets of folk reassured us that there was one more 
                        due, going the other, shorter, way round at 4:30 p.m. 
                         That was perfect timing for us to finish off our 
                        provisions before it arrived. 
                            
                                | Unfortunately 
                                    Gordon Brown has not got round to making 
                                    the free travel passes work on the water- 
                                    presumably he has more important issues 
                                    to worry about although I can't think what. 
                                     So 
                                    the £9.30 fare for the two of us came 
                                    as a bit of a shock.   Nevertheless, 
                                    it was the ideal way to round off the day's 
                                    outing.  Thinking 
                                    about it, doing the Cumbria Way without 
                                    venturing onto Derwent Water would be a 
                                    decidedly second rate experience.  | 
 The 
                                    ferry approaches High Brandlehow |  Even 
                        in the gloom, the views were magnificent. And, of course, 
                        we will have to take to the water a second time in due 
                        course to pick up from where we left off. 
 Derwent 
                        Water in the gathering gloom 
                            
                                | 
 Hope 
                                    Park, Keswick | It 
                                    was a pleasant stroll through Hope Park 
                                    and a not too painful experience at the 
                                    Keswick shops before returning to the car. For 
                                    the second time of the day we drove England's 
                                    finest trunk road- the A591 past Thirlmere, 
                                    Grasmere, Rydal Water and Windermere and 
                                    finally home, rather more tired than one 
                                    might have expected. Perhaps 
                                    we're not as fit as we thought! Don, 
                        17th September 2008 |    STATISTICS 
                            
                                | Distance:5.3 
                                    miles
 43.7 miles cumulative
 | Height 
                                    climbed:1,215 
                                    feet
 7,246 feet 
                                    cumulative
 | Wainwrights: Castle 
                                    Crag |  Map:
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 THE 
                        CUMBRIA 
                        WAY CW01: 
                         Ulverston to Blawith CW02: 
                         Blawith to Coniston CW03: 
                        Coniston to Skelwith Bridge
  CW04: 
                        Skelwith Bridge tothe Old Dungeon Ghyll
 CW05: 
                         Old Dungeon Ghyll to Rosthwaite CW06: 
                         Rosthwaite to High Brandlehow
 CW07: What's 
                        Thirlmeregot to do with it?
 CW08: High 
                        Brandlehow toKeswick
 CW09: Keswick 
                        to Gale Road Car Park (and back)     The 
                        Washing Lines as 
                        seen by Margaret: 
 
 
 
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