Mr K over at Gardening at the Edge thought me quite mad to go walking at this time of year. Harsh, I thought but I see his point. I would have preferred to have gone in late March as I did last year (see – ‘And Back Again’): it’s generally warmer, early flowers are out and spring is upon us. But I didn’t have that option this year and besides, walking in January and February definitely has its benefits.
Bolton Priory on the River Wharfe
I had no problems, for example, in booking accommodation and three hotels upgraded me, free of charge, from single rooms to larger en-suite doubles. In addition, the paths and wild places were emptier (I met no-one ‘doing’ the Dales Way), it is much easier carrying a thirty pound rucksack in the cold than in, say, June and surprisingly often I have been blessed with some beautifully bright, sunny days.
Perfect walking weather – along the River Lune
The Dales Way is primarily a river-side path and on its first two days it doesn’t stray far from the banks of the River Wharfe.
But on those two days the path – for long stretches – was icy and treacherous. Walkers had flattened days’ old snow (this stretch is very popular with day-trippers) leaving it frozen, smooth and glistening. Like this:
In places it was impossible to walk on and I saw several people fall over like first-time skaters – despite wearing good walking boots. Thankfully, deep in my rucksack, I had my – drumroll –
Yaktrax – a simple lattice of springs, pulled over the sole, gives superb grip.
Yaktrax! They were a Christmas present and quite honestly, I don’t know what I would have done without them. Gone home probably. But with my YT’s I was able to stroll past careering, wind-milling figures and wave cheerfully at people as they slid past.
On the second day, the path left the Wharfe and climbed the limestone country between Grassington and Kettlewell.
On the Dales Way
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The scenery was glorious and exhilarating but too soon, after a few miles, I returned to the river (and a rather excellent pub lunch), where I saw more dippers in a couple of hours than I have seen in my lifetime.
I spent ages watching their watery antics and though they are shy, I was able to creep up quite close and get some snaps. And if I did scare one off, another quickly appeared.
On finally leaving the Wharfe behind, I started the long climb to the highest point of the ‘Way. Wheezing through snow …
Cam Houses Farm
… I staggered past remote Cam Houses farm.
Cam Houses Farm
Just past Cam Houses (at Cam High Road – 520m), the Dales Way coincides with the Pennine Way (Britain’s first long distance footpath).
Despite the snow being several days old, there were virtually no footprints – I had the glory all to myself.
Me, having the glory to myself.
I’ve added the 270 mile Pennine Way to my ‘to do’ list.
The Ribbleshead Viaduct, built in 1895 and still in use.
Not all the beauty of the Dales Way is natural:
The bridge at Burnsall.
there were many beautiful bridges,
The tiny village of Hubberholme – “one of the smallest and pleasantest places in the world” – JB Priestley
villages, churches and
An isolated farm in Langstrothdale
farms. Though the living eked out on some of the lonelier farms must be a harsh, unremitting struggle. EU grants or no.
The snow-dusted Kentmere fells
Eventually on my fifth day, I got my first glimpse of the Lakeland Fells and a sad sign that the ‘Way was coming to an end. Frankly, I found the 80 miles of the Dales Way just too damn short. Just as I was getting into my stride, enjoying the sense of freedom and immersed in the simple pleasures of walking from one hot bath to the next, the walk was almost over. Thankfully, I had added another four days of walking through the Lake District.
The Band – a path leading to Bowfell.
My first day in the Lakes involved a walk from Langdale to Wasdale and, with the weather better than expected, I eschewed the straightforward climb up Rhosset’s Gyhll for the more exciting climb up ‘The Band’ to Three Tarns and two mountains summits: Bowfell and Esk Pike.
Pike o’ Stickle – the most distinctive of the Langdale Pikes
As I climbed up out of Langdale (with my heavy rucksack) the unmistakable peak of Pike o’ Stickle kept me company to my right, while behind me …
… Langdale coyly widened. Puffing up on high, the weather deteriorated; cloud and mist obscured visibility sharply; it rained; the wind got up and I found myself wading through knee-deep snow and across wind-burnished ice. The higher I got, the worse it was but I am a wimp and extraordinarily careful (I’ve read too many mountain rescue ‘sites to be anything but). With no views to enjoy from the summits, I hurried down to Sty Head Tarn and, eventually, singing Disney songs, descended ALIVE into Wasdale. I met only one couple that day. They had climbed to a relatively low ridge and were anxious to scurry back down.
Grains Gill – nearby is the better named Sourmilk Gill.
The fells of the Lake District are, in my opinion, beyond compare. Sure, they are not as majestic as the Alps, nor as rugged as the Rockies but the combination of verdant valleys, lofty rugged peaks, lakes, innumerable becks, tarns and waterfalls I think they know no equal. As Alfred Wainwright said ““Surely there is no other place in this whole wonderful world quite like Lakeland…no other so exquisitely lovely, no other so charming, no other that calls so insistently across a gulf of distance. All who truly love Lakeland are exiles when away from it.”
My final day dawned better than I could have hoped. I had expected low scudding, squalling rain-clouds and a long tedious squelch into Keswick. But no, the Lakes played its ace card. A winter’s day, that is almost a hindrance to walking. So beautiful that you can’t help but stop and gaze about you. And then stop and gaze again.
I climbed slowly out of pretty Borrowdale and
High Seat from Bull Crag
joined the path along the eastern arm of a favorite walk of mine: the Newlands Round.
Surrounded by stunning views and the great fells of Lakeland (Helvellyn, Great Gable, Scafell Pike, Blencathra, Skiddaw, Bowfell), I fairly bounced along.
The Helvellyn Range from Bull Crag
The closer I got to Keswick (and the end of my walk) the sadder I got. Also, it was a Sunday and so I no longer had the fells wholly to myself. Intruders!
The end is nigh. Skiddaw (on the skyline left) Blencathra (right), Catsbells center with Keswick beyond on the banks of Derwent Water.
And then, finally. There it was: Keswick. The end of my walk. Sob. But hey, I had a marvelous walk and I’ve already started planning next year’s trip and I certainly won’t be a “Lakeland Exile” for long.
oooOOOooo
This post won The Dales Way Association’s best blog competition. There is a more detailed account of my walk on my other blog – ‘The Walking Gardener.’