Alan, proprietor of The Manor in St Bees, gave us clear directions to a SHORTCUT to connect with the C2C trail by turning right just past the school. Great! A nice well marked street … that soon passed through a gate and became a solid path. All good, until the next stile. Now it was dodging sheep and cow poo with a minimal visible trail. We were reassured by the railway tracks that were generally parallel to us. There was no denying a full field of sheep, a good fence and thick gorse definitely separated us from the rails but as long as we could see them we felt comfortable.
Eventually we emerged on the side of a farm house. Yikes! Coming straight toward us was a baby lamb … with its distraught Mum on the other side of the fence! Fast as flash Charlotte and I attempted to catch the little creature. One lucky grab of an ear, a quick up into waiting arms and over the fence. That little lamb turned around, stuck it’s face through the wire fence as if thanking us for the kindness received and trotted off to rejoin Mum.
Feeling good about the lamb rescued we kept moving along … until we came to a crossroads. While trying to sort out the correct direction two young women appeared walking straight towards us. With grace and their map they convinced us to turn around and head straight back. We had overshot a turn in the trail by about ten minutes, the perfect amount of time to be where the little lamb needed us. We call that the Perfect Mistake!
Signage is minimal or non-existent in the Lake District
Longmoor Head – Home Away from Home with Joan & Richard
What a stunning place to be, to witness what happens when two people share a dream and work towards it in total harmony. The resurrection of buildings with fallen in roofs to recreating the cobblestone drive … all done by these two brave souls and the sweat of their brow.
Richard LOVED his cows and proudly introduced us to these fine straight backed specimens. They perked up smartly when they heard Richard’s country brogue rolling with affection. The bull lives in another field where he awaits visitors. These girls “cycle” every 21 days until they go visiting.
Life is good and in harmony at Longmoor Head.
On our way to Rothswaite …
Soon we were climbing slowly but had no idea what lay ahead
The trail got higher and higher … steeper and steeper
Height Gain: 2,300 feet
Two couples with GPS adopted us …
we would never have found our way solo.
We actually had three couples that stuck together reaching the summit and descending together. Both going up and coming down was super treacherous. We witnessed three out of six take considerable falls. Fortunately none were seriously hurt … at least they would not admit to it.
Finally we were down the other side despite a heavy downpour that left us soaked to the skin with water filled boots. I left my raincoat behind to lighten the load … a short sleeved shirt was no match to a British thunderstorm … but it was a WARM rain the locals cheered!
The Bridge of No Return, which means we’re super glad to be off that mountain!
The Royal Oak B&B was a welcome sight for sure.