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Cleator to Ennerdale Bridge

June 21 – Happy first day of summer to you! Our morning weather check let us know we would have sunshine for our walk today, but it was currently 34 degrees F!

Our objective today is to climb Dent Fell, which has the steepest descent of the entire walk. Sounds like fun!

We left Cleator (pronounced Cleeta) after sharing a full English breakfast. Really, one meal is more than enough for the two of us! The hotel used to be a girls boarding school, as you can see by the door:

The morning is bright and sunny. Dent Fell looks like a gentle little hill in the distance. A fell is another name for hill or high moorland.

Isn’t there a Bible verse about the cows lying down with the sheep? Maybe not.

The path up the fell was a gentle climb through dark piney woods:

Then a steeper climb following a rock wall:

Some backward views of the land below:

And then we reached the cairn on top – easy peasy, cool and breezy!

We started to descend, congratulating ourselves on a job well done.

Then we reached the tallest stile so far, and the descent got interesting.

The descent was so steep, I had to turn sideways, mince down using baby steps, and depend on my walking sticks for balance. No pix here – too scared!

After a really long time, we reached the bottom and the path leveled off. Dent Fell didn’t look so gentle from this side!

Tonight’s B&B is a farm two miles out of town, so we were advised to get a meal while we were in Ennerdale. Fish and chips and a pint really hit the spot after our walk. The beer here is named Wainwright’s, after the founder of the Coast to Coast Walk. Find your mountain!

Coast to Coast – St. Bees to Cleator

June 20 – We arrived to breakfast at 7:30, thinking we’d be the first ones up, to find the dining room packed with hikers eager to get an early start on their first day of the Coast to Coast Walk (C2C) 192 miles from the Irish Sea eastward to the North Sea.

Our first view of the Irish Sea.

Here is the map posted at the start of the walk.

The morning is cold and windy and overcast. It may be raining, or we may just be getting hit with sea spray carried by the wind, but it is definitely wet. Our first task is to climb up the cliffs overlooking the Irish Sea. It is a hard, steep climb. The wind is so strong I have to occasionally stop and crouch down, for fear of being blown out to sea!

Please note that the fence is erected for the protection of the sheep. The walkers are outside the protection. This ain’t Disneyland!

Our next objective is to reach the lighthouse at St. Bees Head. Can you see it in the distance?

I thought once we were up on the cliffs that the walk would become easier, but the first cliff ended, we had to walk all the way down, then up the next one.

This is as close as we got to the lighthouse.

After a while the sky began to clear and we could see the sun peeping out!

We walked through a red sandstone quarry. Don’t these stones look like a sofa?

We left the cliffs and walked inland into town of Sandwith (pronounced Sannuch). This was at the first house we came to!

We continue to be impressed with everyone’s courtesy toward dogs. In every town, water dishes are set out. Dogs are welcome on trains and in pubs.

Now that the sun is out and ground is mostly level, it’s a lovely walking day. Temps in the 50s. Pretty scenery.

Interesting sculptures.

Hey! Who are those good looking folks?

Ten miles down, 182 to go!