The Herriot Way has
been on the agenda for many years. Friends had completed the walk
twenty-some years age and had thoroughly enjoyed the experience,
other than a cold mud-wallow in the bogs of Great Shunner Fell –
I'm not sure if their expedition was before the route over the Fell
was flagged, or if they had simply lost the path.
The walk was originally
devised to link Youth Hostels in a four day circuit of Wensleydale
and Swaledale. Sadly only two Hostels remain in business, although
Keld Lodge still offers accommodation, albeit of a somewhat higher
Star Rating and at far from YHA prices.
In the event I've
walked most of the route in bits over the years as part of other
projects. It was still an attractive proposition, however, due to its
ease of access from home, the Sherpa bag transfer service (at the
inflated “no single bag” rate), the sheer attractiveness of the
Dales and the walk's modest length for a punter of suspect fitness.
On a damp September
Sunday afternoon my lift duly deposited me at Aysgarth, ready for a
post breakfast start the following day. A couple from near Penrith
(Greystoke, I think) were staying. They were halfway around the
circuit, having left their car at Keld two days before.
The George and Dragon
across the road provided a worthy evening bolt-hole with excellent
beer and a friendly atmosphere. The food looked good too, but I was
already amply fettled.
Cornlee Guest House
Aysgarth
Leyburn
DL8 3AE
01969 663779
The Start from Cornlee Guest House |
Cornlee is a
comfortable and welcoming B&B, located directly on the Herriot
Way. There is ample safe parking nearby for those who, like me,
intend to start the walk from Aysgarth.
My room was spotless
and very comfortable with a good TV and Wi-Fi. The food was
excellent, as was the beer at the nearby pub.
Jayson and Karen are
keen to go the extra mile and happily agreed to accept delivery of my
bag from Sherpa on the final day (despite me heading home on
completion of the Way).
Monday 10 September
2012
Aysgarth to Hardraw:
12 miles
And
he's off. In the rain. Down the wrong track...
Well,
more of a missed turn than a wrong track; losing the path within 100
yards of the start was a less than auspicious start, particularly as
it was played out in full view of the Penrith couple. With my
navigational and hill walking skills firmly established in the eyes
of my fellows, the mistake was duly rectified.
River Ure |
The
first few easy miles to Askrigg were, with tomorrow’s route over
Kisdon, the only paths on the walk that I'd never trodden before.
Back in 1998 I'd walked a shortened version of “A Dales Walk”,
devised by Bob Allen. That route took a higher, more challenging way
between Aysgarth and Askrigg, but coincided with today's trek for the
remainder of the way to Hardraw and, indeed, for much of the first
three days.
The
weather alternated between spells of dull cloud and deluges of rain.
To paraphrase a saying from my childhood home town, “If you can see
Addlebrough it's about to rain, if you can't, it's already started."
The going underfoot was good, however, and the surroundings were
pure, plump, wonderful Wensleydale.
Wensleydale |
Over
my years of walking I've occasionally experienced sharp cramp-like
pain in my feet, forcing pit stops to allow the pain to ease. When
they do occur the cramps start after a prolonged period on the hoof
and, once started, they tend to recur. They cramps began after a café
break at Askrigg and plagued me for much of the rest of the walk.
Near Litherskew |
I
resisted the temptation to visit Mill Gill Force and plodded on
between the downpours in soggy but wonderful surroundings. The
Penrith couple were frequent companions as we passed and re-passed
each other. There were frequent sightings of a couple of ladies
walking behind at a similar pace, but who never quite got within
hailing distance.
A
final fury of rain and hail at the sublime hamlet of Sedbusk ensured
a squelchy entrance into the bar of the Green Dragon.
The
spread of Wi-Fi to rural B&Bs and the advent of small tablet PCs
must rank as the single greatest advance for the comfort and
entertainment of Billy-No-Mates solo walkers. Sad to
say I missed my PC when I was out and about. However, my little Nexus 7
is small and light enough to shove in a backpack (or Sherpa van) and
has enough poke for all but the most demanding tasks.
Green Dragon Inn
Hardraw
DL8 3LZ
01969 667392
The accommodation at
the pub was in an annex at the rear. It is well equipped, comfortable
and generously sized. The shower proved difficult for the ham fisted
to properly control, however, and I never did quite get the hang of
the telly.
The pub has a good
range of well kept real ale and the food was edible, but uninspiring
(could have been the chef's night off).
The evening passed
pleasantly enough, but was too quiet to be memorable – that's
Monday nights for you! Thank goodness for the Wi-Fi...
Tuesday 11 September
2012
Hardraw to Keld: 12
miles
Disgusting. Loathsome.
Repulsive. Enough of my table manners, the breakfast was good.
It was still raining at
breakfast time. A route purist would have walked a two mile loop into
Hawes and back, but I'm not that pure... So, directly up the Pennine
Way track I slogged.
Ascending Great Shunner Fell |
This was my forth or
fifth time over Great Shunner Fell. It's an easy enough walk: a four
miles plod up and a four miles trudge down. The views can be
magnificent from the summit shelter, spanning a great chunk of the
Pennines: the three peaks and beyond in the south to Cross fell way
to the north.
On my first visit to
the hill (doing “A Dales Walk”, if I remember correctly) I found
the climb to be hard work. A much fitter me, some five years later,
walking the Pennine Way, scarcely paused to draw breath. Today's
visit felt more akin to my first.
The weather bucked up a
bit and the sun shone. It was apparent that the hills to the south
were suffering repeated heavy squally showers which continually
threatened to veer north but, for the moment, stayed at bay.
I saw The Penriths
gaining on me during my slow, laborious ascent. They caught up as I
was munching a rejuvenating Mars Bar at the summit shelter. What
appeared to be The Ladies were also heading up the hill. Other than
our happy band the route was quiet, with only one, female, heavily
laden, southbound Pennine Wayfarer met.
The rain hit just as we
were preparing to head downhill. The temperature plummeted, the wind
swirled and eddied, and the deluge began. It didn't last too long,
but it was a vicious little storm and one to be repeated throughout
the remainder of the day. It encouraged me off the hill a good bit
quicker than the walk up it.
Swaledale |
I eventually reached
the stony, enclosed track leading down to Thwaite. An elderly farmer
was working in an enclosure adjacent to the lane, whilst a woman I
took to be his wife was manoeuvring a tractor. I've often
been amazed at the lengths to which some rural workers will go to
avoid acknowledging a passer-by. With more than a degree of ingenuity
the couple managed to avoid eye contact and proved deaf to my overly
cheery, “Good morning.” Is it shyness,
indifference, distaste or hostility? Bloody townies!
Great Shunner Fell |
Thwaite hosts the
Kearton Hotel and café, and is something of an oasis at this stage
of the walk. Despite the ten minutes taken to shed and store wet,
muddy clothes and boots, it provided a warm dry refuge to enjoy a ham
butty and tea. And what a sandwich, more of a meal really,
accompanied by a fresh salad and lovely, dry chips. After ten minutes
feasting and another ten minutes dressing, it time to venture back
out into the elements.
It was fine at first,
up the steep but rewarding Pennine Way path on the flank of Kisdon.
I'd originally intended to stick with the Pennine Way along a known
path all the way to Keld. The Penriths had passed me, however, just
before the junction of tracks and, in the event, I followed them on
the slightly shorter, higher path over the hill to Keld. I'm pleased
I did. It's a stunning green path, high above Swaledale, clear
throughout and carpeted in soft turf.
Rainbow above the Swale Gorge |
Then the rain returned.
First a warning: rainbows pleasingly displayed over the Swale Gorge;
then: the deluge. It had passed well before I joined the lane to
Keld Lodge and my bed for the night.
Swaledale from Kisdon |
I like Keld Lodge. It's
expensive, but with very comfortable rooms, a good bar and lounge
serving well kept beer and an excellent restaurant. It exists as a
walkers' sanctuary, sat at the junction of the Pennine Way and Coast
to Coast Walk, in glorious upper Swaledale; an unbooted visitor
(other than an injured or decrepit hill veteran) would feel
decidedly out of place.
Keld is dominated by
Coast-to-Coasters. On this occasion, as a worshipper of a lesser
deity, I listened and reflected on the enduring allure of that walk,
becoming engrossed whilst eavesdropping the current trail gossip: the
crossing of the watershed, half-way point achieved, tomorrow's digs,
blister progress reports...
An adjacent table was a
creative hothouse: a group of North American women were busily
deploying iPads to edit photos and update blogs. Bloody Wi-Fi!
I spent a pleasant hour
reminiscing with a couple of Pennine Wayfarers who were heading
north. It was also time to bid farewell to The Penriths who were
going home in the morning.
Keld
Lodge
Near
Richmond
North
Yorkshire
DL11
6LL
01748
886259
Keld Lodge is
expensive, but with very comfortable rooms, a good bar and lounge,
serving well kept beer and an excellent restaurant. A “must stay”
for walkers in the area, particularly for those who enjoy a good
natter.
Wednesday 12
September 2012
Keld to
Reeth: 12 miles
Another
day, another inundation. The morning started dry but dull, with heavy
rain forecast for later. That settled the first of the day's
quandaries: down the valley to Reeth it would be, rather than the
high route through the old mines. This now appears to be the
preferred option for the majority of C2Cers.
It
is a lovely walk. Compared with the previous days it was decidedly
crowded. I fell in with a trio of Canadians, mere youths of about my
tender years and enjoyed the group's company for a leisurely stroll
to Gunnerside. It's strange how the confidences and insights freely
shared over an hour or two's walk with a stranger, would ordinarily
take a friend months, if not years, to glean.
It dawned on me that there is a distinct lack of raptors in the northern dales. I didn't see one on the entire trip. Could the dearth possibly be linked to the abundance of cultivated game birds (farmed, not well-read)? Surely not...
The Swale, near Reeth |
Gunnerside
was shut. It was the teashop's day off and the pub wasn't yet open.
An ever-growing crowd of walkers gathered on the cobbles outside the
King's Head waiting for noon. With the gathering throng of mutually
acquainted ramblers, I was beginning to feel like a bit of an
interloper into other peoples' journeys and adventures. After a cold
lemonade, I quietly left the bar and proceeded alone.
To
avoid some road walking and to escape the pack, I crossed the river
at Isles Bridge. That's was when the rain started. Heavy, persistent
rain that never fully abated for the remainder of the day. I
continued plodding eastwards on the Low Lane track, an alternative
route that I would heartily recommend.
Calver Hill |
After
repeated attacks of foot cramps I searched for a sheltered
spot to take a break. Unfortunately, everywhere was soaked and
exposed to the elements, so on I trekked. It wasn't until a mile or
so short of the pedestrian suspension bridge over the Swale that I
found a dryish spot for lunch: boots off for a Mars Bar and Lucozade.
My
arrival in the village coincided with the main influx of walkers,
most of whom were heading for one or other of the pubs. I continued
to my digs, for a cuppa, a bun and a bath.
Reeth
is a favourite spot with ample venues for a pie and pint. I enjoyed a
fine evening sampling the wares of the three pubs and enjoying the
company of various and varied acquaintances met over the day.
I
must walk the C2C again before I get too creaky. It has a social
element that few other treks can offer.
Hackney
House
Bridge
Terrace
Reeth
North
Yorkshire
DL11
6TW
01748
884302
I've
stayed at Hackney House before, on my partial circuit in 2009 of “The
Inn Way…to the Yorkshire Dales”. It is welcoming, homely,
unpretentious, great value and is handily placed only a stone's throw
from the centre of the village. Mrs Keyse will go the extra mile to
ensure the comfort and convenience of her guests.
Thursday 13
September 2012
Reeth to
Aysgarth: 11 miles
Weather-wise
today was the best day of the trip: windy, but with not a drop of
rain. Great conditions for photography. Unfortunately, as I realised
whilst somewhere near the Youth Hostel, I'd left my camera in Reeth.
Too far to retrace my steps, especially as I was on a schedule: I'd
arranged a pick-up in Aysgarth at 16:00 hours (the photos
illustrating today's blog are from a 2009 walk).
I
was not on top form either. I found the pull on to the moor wearing,
a feeling made all the more acute after being effortlessly passed by
a succession of walkers following The Inn Way. I've found that it's
not uncommon on a multi-day walk to have the odd off day: today was
it. On a bench near the divergence of tracks I decided to take the
shorter route over Greets Hill, rather than the classic way by
Apedale Head.
While
pondering the route options The Ladies (last glimpsed approaching
Great Shunner Fell summit) passed. They'd spent the night in the
Youth Hostel. They weren’t for chickening out by taking the soft
option. It was gratifying to establish that they weren’t a figment
of my imagination.
At
Greets Hill I stopped to chat with a couple of blokes walking The Inn
Way. They were also heading for Aysgarth. We would pass and re-pass
for much of the remainder of the day.
Greets Hill |
The
moors hereabouts are wonderfully remote, desolate and pitted with the
remains and traces of a long dead lead mining past. Even the sheep
population is sparse. The main activity is the breeding and slaughter
of grouse. Unfortunately there were no shooting parties on the moor
today. I like to see the pampered warriors being ferried in SUVs from
butt to butty station, camouflaged and armed for total war. Them
there grouse must be hard little bastards!
And
then I had a revelation. The foot cramps had made an unwelcome
return. I belatedly applied the Art and Science of the Bleedin' Obvious: I loosened my boot laces. Feet swell when walking. What are secure,
comfortably encased tootsies at the start of a walk, become
constricted and painfully squashed little appendages after an hour or
two of effort. The design of my current Brasher boots must render my
feet especially sensitive to this effect. In any event, by completely
loosening the laces along the length of the foot and securing the
boot only at the ankle, the condition disappeared. Later lacing
experimentation has confirmed both the condition and cure. It came as
a relief: I'd started to fear that I had developed blood circulation
problems. In a way, I suppose I had.
From
bleak Black Hill the route drops once more into the verdant, if
somewhat soggy, pastures of Wensleydale. One of the attractions of
this part of the world is the stark contrast between the inhospitable
uplands and the green pastures and picturesque hamlets and villages
of the dales.
Castle Bolton |
I
bumped into the two blokes again, sat on a bench outside Bolton
Castle. Despite some reservations we decided to use the Castle's
rather upmarket Tea Room. It was very good and welcoming and is to be
recommended. Despite being armed with rucksacks, walking poles and
muddy boots, we negotiated the aisles and the more genteel customers
without inflicting anything other than minor damage to them or to the
building's ancient fabric.
The
final couple of miles of the walk are through more pastures, some
woodland and over the river at Aysgarth's Upper Falls. As would be
expected after all the rain the view of the falls from the bridge
were impressive; I'd love to show a picture of them, but the
camera...
In
the event, and despite slow progress and frequent breaks, I
triumphantly entered Aysgarth with an hour to spare.
Notes
Despite
the weather it was an enjoyable trundle in a favourite part of the
Dales. It mixes two days on less frequented paths with one day on a
National Trail and another along England's favourite walking route.
It is a walk of contrasts and an admirable introduction both to the
northern Yorkshire Dales and to multi-day walking.
In
addition to the relevant OS Explorer maps, I carried Stuart W Greig's
“Walking the Herriot Way” which has detailed route descriptions
and sketch maps. The book also has accommodation and camping lists,
together with transport notes: http://www.herriotway.com.
All
the accommodations were found on the Sherpa site. I would happily use
all of them again:
http://www.sherpavan.com/accomm_booking/maps.asp?trail=HW.
I
arranged baggage transfer through Sherpa. They were as efficient as
ever. My only gripe is that on this route there is a minimum of two bags per pick-up, effectively doubling the cost for solo
walkers. I do not see how this can be justified where
other bags are being transferred along a section. Interestingly, the company accepts
single bags along the C2C route, but there was no discount where the
routes coincided: http://www.sherpavan.com/baggage/startdateframe.asp