16.3 miles – Greyed out skies and hills, rain, often heavy, strong winds in the afternoon
It’s not just that I’m soft; I feel I’ve already done peat bogs, done big ascents, done wind and certainly done rain – all in abundance on this walk. So it took me a bout a mile and a half this morning to decide that there was no point in struggling up Cross Fell in the rain and low cloud for a stunning view of all of 200 yards of moorland. It took me a further mile to decide that there was no point in pursuing farmland footpaths – they must be lovely in the summer – with their plenitude of long, wet grass, which would soak my socks through my boots in minutes and give me sore feet, when I could get to the same places along lanes and byways, keep my feet drier, and get a much better pace going into the bargain. So I did that.
Actually there was little to rejoice about today; however, the Post Office at Garrigill was just like shops used to be in my childhood 50 years ago. The postmistress also made me tea. It was charming.
I am also overjoyed that there was a bed for me out of the wind and rain at Langdon Beck Youth Hostel, and blown away by its drying room, which restored all my wet clothes, boots and rucksack. Let the rest of today be blown and washed far, far away!