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C2C day 1 St Bees to Ennerdale Bridge
I slept soundly, and although not totally hungry due to my fish and chips dinner, I did have a hearty full English breakfast and some grapefruit and some toast with local home made jams and marmalades. Delicious! There was a couple staying there also doing the c2c, and I saw them several times during the…
C2C day 8 Kirkby Stephen to Keld
I met the lovely hostel keepers this morning—a charming couple who clearly understood that the way to a hiker’s heart is through their stomach. Their two little hostel dogs had mastered the art of looking pathetically adorable while you eat breakfast, hoping for scraps. After a proper cooked breakfast (the last warm, dry thing I’d…
C2C day 3 Rosthwaite to Grasmere
A nice comfortable sleep at Yew Tree farm and breakfast in the lovely dining room. I had resisted a little, getting poached eggs, tomato and mushrooms rather than the full English… But they also had grapefruit segments and a nice muesli and local jams and marmalades for the toast…. So I didn’t actually eat less….
C2C day 2 Ennerdale Bridge to Rosthwaite
Another good night’s sleep, and another full English breakfast! What with my big breakfast yesterday and my cafe stop at the end I hadn’t eaten my pack lunch yesterday, will eat it today, and maybe not have a full breakfast every day 😄. I chatted with a few other c2c’ers, Tom that Margaret the couple…
C2C day 9 Keld to Reeth
I woke up to the sun shining through my window! At 3 degrees, not exactly balmy, though the promise of 10 degrees later felt tropical by comparison. Although my bed had a few lumps and bumps I’d managed a decent night’s sleep, and breakfast was the usual carb-loading extravaganza—no artisanal homemade breads or precious jams…