So that’s it. As I limp away from Carlisle Castle through the urban ugliness of the city centre, I’m not feeling any sense of achievement. That came about 4 miles out from Carlisle, when I knew I’d make it (somehow), but completely evaporated on the slog over the tarmac.
I arrived in Ulverston afer a smooth journey and set off for the start point. I then promptly fell over in the main street almost in front of Stan and Ollie (who I’m sure were pointing and laughing at me) and had to be helped up by two old ladies (that’s the wrong way round surely ?!).
Blood pouring from a cut above the eye where I used my face to cushion my fall on the pavement, I picked up my broken glasses and limped with my banged knee to a bench for a nice sit down. Unbelievably a toilet with a mirror couldn’t be found in Ulverston so I later used one of those seeing around corners roadside mirrors to administer first aid.
Eventually, I made it to the start point (in a car park) and set off veering off the official path to visit Knottallow Tarn and to make my way along country lanes to the wind farm on Kirkby Moor, accompanied by a strong smell Continue reading “Cumbria Way Day 1”
This is something I’ve flirted with doing for a couple of years now, but with very limited holiday allowance, I didn’t really feel it was worth using my (likely) one Lake District trip a year for something so low level. I always said to myself that if I did it, it would be a modified higher level route.
With an opportunity to have a career break, I revived a 4 year old desire to do the Cambrian Way, and after some initial planning, realised that the Cumbria Way could be a good training trip. And with me knowing the area reasonably well, it wouldn’t be too difficult to plan and execute quickly. Continue reading “Planning the Cumbria Way”