Tricia was on a mission today… no faffing about, get up, get on with it. The alarm went off at 7 and I was supposed to be ‘getting on with it’. Doesn’t she know I am on holiday? Anyway, somehow I managed to get on with getting ready. Nice breakfast, poached eggs not watery today, but a little overdone. We were away at just after 8:30… the odd part owner, Lurch, only deciding now to be sociable and ask where we were off to. We exchanged a few comments and then he went shuffling off back to Dr Frankensteins laboratory or wherever it is he spends his day.

We set off back towards Patterdale. A brief stop when I remembered (or rather Tricia did for me) to put some sun cream on. Then we found our route and started going up. Again… you can’t go anywhere in the Lake District without going up. Pop out to get a paper and you probably have to climb 200m. I don’t think the locals go up the mountains here, they just look in awe at the idiots who turn up to do it for ‘fun’. As we started our ascent I could be heard by all in the north of England muttering under my breath, ‘another bloody hill’. This was one was assisted by some nice chaps from the National Trust who seem to spend their day making rather nice and helpful stone steps.

Up Stony Rigg, and some oddly named Crags, or Brows or Pikes etc, and we were up at around 530m. We stopped at Angle Tarn, Tricia to look at the scenery, and admire the geese. Me too get my Hankie soaking cold wet and put around my neck… nice, and to have a word with my legs… come on chaps, got to keep going. We had a word with a nice couple, who were English…not too many of those so far. We set off again, and went up another Crag, but went slightly off trail in doing so. Coming down we realised this and adjusted our route, not realising the couple had followed us thinking we knew where we were going, and didn’t see us adjust our route. Whoops.

The next thing to do of course was go up. This time up the Knott. This was a bit of a slog, but ok. Then it was down a little from the Knott, 739m, and up to Kidsty Pike, 780m, which is apparently the highest part of the C2C trail. A rest and a drink and the English couple caught up and explained they had gone wrong on account of us :-).

We started down… from a distance this looked gentle, but wasn’t completely, quite steep in place. At the bottom we stopped for lunch by a lovely little stream and waterfall. The job then was to walk around 3 miles along a reservoir. Even this wasnt entirely flat. We stopped at one point to assist a lady with blistered feet, giving her some tape to help. We arrived in Burbanks, and caught up our Melbourne friends. They were staying at the same place in Brampton as we were and so we walked the last few miles with them. We are in the Crown and Mitre. A lovely room awaited us. We sat with Stephen and Cathy (from Melbourne) for our evening meal before retiring to write blogs and go to bed.