Category: End to End Trail

Day 45: Hebden Bridge to Marsden

? 24km

?756m

Our camp spot was beautiful, with amazing views of Hebden Bridge and the valley but I didn’t sleep well, the tents next to us and behind were noisy and the pitch was not entirely flat so I kept rolling into Tom. We woke early thinking we would get to Marsden and the pub where we had booked a room with lots of time to enjoy.

The day however was a bit frustrating, an up hill, down dale day, crossing busy roads with not great scenery and required some navigational focus. As we were not following a particular trail but linking lots of footpaths together we had to keep checking that we were going in the correct direction. It was also another hot day which I am reluctant to complain about but the heat does make going under the motorway (M62) feel particularly disgusting.

A highlight of the day was as we were navigating the over grown footpaths out the back of the residential streets of Marsden we got chatting to a gentlemen tending to his garden and had a good old chat that included the old teacake, bap debate between Yorkshire and Lancashire which made me smile. In West Yorkshire, a large plain white or brown bread roll is called a teacake and is used to make very large sandwiches, something the rest of the country call a bap.

We arrived about 15:00 to Marsden and were both shattered. We had to stop ourselves from taking a nap and instead showered, then hit Boots and Co-op, our go to stores at the moment. I needed some more antiseptic wipes for the feet and then we needed food supplies for a few days from the supermarket. We went to the local tap house for a pint before hitting kids tea time at the Italian across the road for pasta and pizza. We were back in our room and practically in bed by 19:30.

Day 46: Marsden to Langsett

? 31km

?791m

We woke about 06:00 after a warm, as we always find sleeping indoors these days, but much better sleep. Heels taped and bags packed up, we ate breakfast in the room and headed out into the drizzle by 07:30. The day started with a steep climb out the back of town passing some derelict mills but then onto a fabulous national trail, Kirklees Way, which was popular with some early dog runners. It was drizzling on and off but really was not that bad. We then turned off the wider track onto a smaller path down into a valley and joined a beautifully straight path which reminded us of the Roman road. It was at this point the heavens really opened and the rain was pouring.

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We descended into Holme and undressed in the door way of the Fleece Inn. We started with a coffee and then decided on a breakfast tea cake (we were just still in Yorkshire) as the rain was due to continue all day and night, so there would not exactly be a picnic spot for lunch. As we left the pub it actually had cleared up a bit and we enjoyed about half an hour of rain free walking along Brownhill reservoir. The rain then came down again as we joined a quiet tarmac road at White Gate. The birds by the road in the moor made me smile, so many different breeds almost playing in the rain, different sizes and colours, it was lovely.

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The final stretch of the day was along the Trans Pennine way which was just a tarmac cycle path, along a disused railway, which was quick but a bit hard going on the feet. By some miracle the rain had also stopped and we reached camp about 16:30 with a bit of blue sky and some sunshine to put the tent up along with an opportunity to dry off waterproofs at least.

Tom went to get a couple of pints and a pie from the Waggon & Horses down the road and I chilled in the sun, mourning the loss of my little toe nail.

We had a fabulous thunderstorm during the second half of England’s 4-0 victory over Ukraine, it was quite scary as we were up on a hill and there was a lot of rain in a short period of time but we survived ?

Day 47: Langsett to The Fox House

? 34km

?1025m

We knew it was going to be at least a 30km day today and we had a time target for a change, a treat at the end of the day was a shower, a bed & laundry along with an evening with my Mum’s best friend from school Mary and her husband Paul.

We set off down the road and joined a forestry path towards Ladybower & Derwant reservoir noting down that the car park allows overnight stays. We took the main path up and over Mid Hope Moor, meeting a lady who was delighted about our trip, along with a few mountain bikers. I was impressed how many people were up and out so early after a Saturday night England win.

We descended from the moor to the river and the main walk and cycle path around the reservoir where there were plenty of cyclists and lots of running club runners smashing out fast times, undoubtedly on Strava segments. We hung a left off the main path up the very steep National Trust Abbey Bank to get back up high and followed one of the many paths across Derwent Edge which had all its quirky stones. We ate our lunch at The Wheel Stone before cutting cross country towards Stanage Edge.

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As we joined the main path from the road the weather started to turn moody and the views back towards Mam Tor and down to Hathersage were incredible.
The thunder rolled and rumbled and Tom was loving life, but I was a bit nervous. The heavens did eventually open and we waterproofed up for the final section at the top before descending down for our cross country route towards the pub.

We got chatting to three young lads as we were going down who asked where we were walking to, and I think I shocked them with our story as they ascended up onto the edge in thier pristine white JD gear. Our cross country route was a bit slower than expected and we just made it to the pub in time for our 16:00 meet up with Mary & Paul.

We had a dreamy evening at their beautiful cottage down the road in Eyam, showered, washed our clothes and had a stunning lasagne with am incredible salad, coleslaw and garlic bread, then a beautiful summer pud and Mackie’s ice cream.
It was a fabulous evening and we even got to make up some sandwiches with home made bread, best packed lunch on trail yet.

Day 42: Horton-in-Ribblesdale to Malham 

?  23.60km

?812m

Felt pretty hungry when I woke this morning, so gradually ate breakfast a bit at a time as we packed up.  Only felt able to eat a bit at a time, not huge appetite like normal, despite the hunger.  We got going at 0730 and left Malham for the long ascent to Pen-y-Ghent.  It was already warming up but we had a nice breeze to keep us cool on our way up.  The views back across the dales to where we had walked yesterday were pretty damn good! We passed quite a few people on Yorkshire 3 Peaks days out coming the opposite direction.  After the obligatory selfie at the trig point on top of Pen-y-Ghent, we started the descent which was much steeper than the route we had ascended, and soon left the the 3 Peaks route to continue on the Pennine Way where we hardly saw another soul until much later in the day.

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We crossed the valley and climbed up over Fountains Fell, great views again on either side as the cloud had continued to lift and it was getting warm and sweaty!

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We started to cross paths with other humans again at Malham Tarn, a National Trust area.  The foot traffic reached a crescendo at Malham Cove, with the jeans and trainers gang joining in, and we were just on a mission to get to camp now, both feeling pretty whacked.  Malham Cove was kinda cool, some interesting rock structures and impressive to see, but we didn’t feel like hanging around.

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We pitched and showered, then realised our camp spot had no mobile signal for the football later.  I discovered a spot with better signal on the other side of the field so we picked up the tent and moved house. ? We both felt like something cold to drink and eat as it had been a warm one, and found it just round the corner at Beck Hall in the form of lemonades and ice cream.  It was way over priced but we didn’t care!

Back at the campsite we managed to watch England beat Germany although we were a good 30 seconds behind some D of E lads who were also watching, so we knew when goals went in before we saw them ?.  Had dinner, did the usual routines and zonked! ?

Day 43: Malham to Cowling

?  30.19km

?754m

The sun was shining right on the tent when alarms went off at 0600.  We were packed up and on the move by 0710, things already warming up and a nice day ahead.  I felt much better, my appetite and energy seemed to be back after a short hiatus the past couple of days. 

We followed Malham Beck, then the River Aire for a few km and then across farmland, up hill, down dale, to Gargrave.  We passed a nice eclectic little cafe/sweet shop and stopped. It was 1000, nearly elevenses! ?‍♂️.  We had crumpet/teacake and coffe, got some sweets from the myriad of jars behind the counter, and I took an ice cream to go.

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Back on trail, the glorious weather continued (sure it’s hot but i’m not complaining!) as did the views.  We were entering Cravendale country and there sure were a lot of cows!  It was rolling Yorkshire countryside and we barely noticed the ascent and descent racking up.  There was also a nice section along a canal, much nicer than our prior canal path experiences on the trip.

We crossed Elsack Moor, met two couples on the way, both excited by our journey and wishing us well.  The temptation of the pub in Lothersdale was almost too much but we continued up and down a couple of steep hills including Cowling Hill, and met another fellow hiker who was on the Pennine Way northbound. We chatted for a few minutes and discovered he had also planned to do the PCT this year, but had postponed to next year. Shortly after that we reached Squirrel Wood campsite in Cowling.

It’s a nice quiet campsite, walkers only.  The guy who owns it is a bit of a chatter so I’ve not investigated the ‘Bar’, I think it’s a honey pot trap and I might never get away.   It was getting late so we went halves on a £1, 5 min shower and then sorted dinner. I had a bit of a stretch whilst my gourmet noodles and cous cous ‘cooked’.

Day 44: Cowling to Hebden Bridge (Old Chamber Farm Campsite)

?  28.83km

?798m

We got going by 7, aiming to get to Hebden Bridge around lunch time, get some shopping, then continue 1 km or so to our campsite in the hope of having time to do some clothes washing and drying.  It was a nice morning again and promised to be another warm one.  We climbed out of the dale, on to the moor, and had great views back down with atmospheric haziness in the valley.  The top of Ickornshaw Moor was bleak, flat and brown, such a contrast to the green fields and meadows of the dales.

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Next up Withins Height, sharing some of the way with the Brontë Way, and passing a derelict farmhouse rumoured to be the inspiration for Wuthering Heights (apparently! ?‍♂️).

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We skirted Walshaw Dean Reservoirs and then followed Alcombden Water, later Hebden Water, all the way in to the busy town of Hebden Bridge. We’d had good paths much of the day and made good progress until we joined the path at Hebden Water which was narrow, rocky and undulating to begin with.  It settled down and improved, and was a nice walk along the river in a deep gorge with some shade from the woodland lining the river.

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In the end we made Hebden Bridge by around 1415, picked up some food at Co-Op, and sat by the canal to eat a late lunch.  I grabbed an ice cream to go and we started a steep ascent up the hillside south of Hebden Bridge to our campsite for the evening.  The camping field is on quite a slope and they have created some flat ledges for pitches.  It was already very busy and we got the last flat pitch. Unfortunately the washing machine was out of action, it transpired that someone had stolen the plug off the back of it within the last day or so!  It’s by far the best view we’ve had from a campsite, looking back over Hebden Bridge and the hills beyond.  

Day 36: Greenhead to Alston

? 30.54km

?848m

We were looking forward to a relatively easy day, expecting about 26km and 600m ascent.  Not sure where the extra came from, and the conditions underfoot were not easy although at least mostly dry.  There were also a lot of gates and stiles as we passed through a lot of sheep grazing farmland.  All this contributed to a longer day than expected and we both felt it psychologically and physically. 

We couldn’t really complain as we passed a few more participants of The Spine Race who were mostly very chatty and happy to stop for a minute or two to ask what we were up to.  One lady had had 20 mins sleep on the first and second nights, and had been seeing dinosaurs eating houses amongst other hallucinations! ?‍?

In what was a fairly boring day, one of the highlights witnessing a couple of rams getting in a bit of mating season practice on each other.

We had booked a hotel in Alston a couple of weeks back so we were really looking forward to getting there early afternoon, which didn’t happen.  Upon reaching Alston we played bull in a China shop, squeezing through narrow aisles of the Co-Op, grabbed a gas canister from the outdoor store and then made our way to our hotel, the Lowbyer Manor Country House.  It was a lovely hotel, really old school and quirky, in a brilliant way.  I showered and then put my feet up whilst destroying a tub of Ben & Jerry’s and a Punk IPA.

We ate at the Cumberland Inn, both had Cumberland Sausage, and then I had a STP – the sponge was good, nothing special, but the sauce was great plus custard AND ice cream, all added together to make a damn good STP! The Pennine Pale Ale was good too!

Day 37: Alston to Dufton

? 33.17km

?1057m 

I’d completely forgotten before we arrived yesterday that our hotel included breakfast!  We  had planned an early start with a long day ahead, so we were first to breakfast at 0800.  We helped ourselves to cereals, yoghurt, juice, then I had a full cooked breakfast and Katie had scrambled eggs and smoked salmon.  We left rather full and we’re grateful that the first ascent of the day didn’t start right away!

To start off we were walking along a river to Garrygill village, very pretty little place. The ascent really started from there, gradually climbing along a decent track up to an old mining area where the track continued but was rockier.  We reached Greg’s Hut, an MBA bothy, and sat outside to eat our lunch.  Before moving on we checked out the bothy, wrote in the log book, and chatted to a father a son doing the PW in 10 days.  They commented that another son/brother had started with them but quit after 3 days.  I got the feeling he wouldn’t be hearing the end of that! ?

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The cloud had covered the tops first thing and had been lifting through morning.  By the time we reached the top of Cross Fell (the highest point of the End to End Trail – we lied previously in a post from Scotland, that was the highest pass on the trail, not the highest point!) it was a glorious day and we were treated to views of the Lake District and the Yorkshire Dales.  We spent some time drinking in the views and getting the obligatory trig point selfie before we crossed the Moreland on Cross Fell and had a series of up hill, down dale, taking in Little Dun Fell, Great Dun Fell and Knock Old Man.

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The descent to Dufton was quite steep in places, reaching farmland and tracks in to Dufton.  It had started raining as we were closing in on the village and we put up tent in the rain and cooked dinner.

The rain didn’t ruin what was a great day, our second biggest so far in terms of ascent, the highest point on the trail, and some epic scenery.

Day 38: Dufton to Kirkby Stephen

? 28.02 km 

?469m 

It rained pretty much all night and was still raining in the morning.  The wind had also really picked up in the night.  Thankfully the campsite was quite sheltered but the wind had blown all sorts of tree debris everywhere by the morning.  Checking the weather, it was due to rain all day and the mountain weather forecast suggested the cloud would cover the tops until the afternoon at least.

Our route today was described by the guidebook as one of the best days of the trail and definitely the best of the Pennine Way.  It would take us past High Cup Nick, which looks pretty cool, and to a height of around 600m.  After taking the cloud cover, wind, rain, and the fact we had no paper maps for this section, we decided to take an alternative route and instead stop in Kirby Stephen tonight, then rejoin our End To End route at Keld tomorrow evening.  It also would mean two slightly shorter days than we had planned, which would hopefully help on the blister front.

We were conveniently able to follow another marked trail, The Pennine Journey, which was mostly easy to follow and took a lower level route through farmland and along the River Eden.  It wasn’t a bad route and although it rained all day, it was only of the significantly wet variety for an hour or so.  The highlights were probably some vivid green meadows and fields, offset against the dark grey moody clouds.  That and a couple of squeaky bum moments passing through small fields full of rams who seemed rather interested in us, grunted a lot and followed us looking aggressive.  We’ve passed other groups of rams on the trip who didn’t appear as interested/grumpy.

Towards the end of the route, the Pennine Journey took a bit of a circuitous route and we opted for a few km of quiet B road as we were rather damp.  We stopped off at Co-op and stocked up on food, then continued through town to our campsite.  Unfortunately the washing machine was broken so we hand washed some socks and hung up damp clothes to dry.  After a shower we found a nice comfy sofa in The Engine Shed, the on site bar.

We checked out a route for tomorrow and did a DIY link up of trails using the OS app to get an 18km off road route to Keld.  It was this or about 15km on a minor B road.  The weather is looking like it will clear up nicely so should be a no brainer!

We had a pizza from the pop up pizza van at the campsite and ate that with our other supplies for dinner in the bar whilst we caught up on some journals and other things.  It turns out that Kirby Stephen is on the Coast to Coast trail route so you never know, might be back here sometime!

Day 30: Just outside West Linton to an Orchard near Innerleithen

? 40.30km

?571m

It was a beautiful morning but we were under house arrest by the midges.  Katie nipped out for a wee first thing and quite a few followed her back in.  We packed up, surrounded, and made haste!  Ironically, after being relieved to leave the tarmac behind on the canals, we opted for an easier start to the day to help Katie’s feet get going (her blisters are pretty bad right now!) and followed the road all the way down in to the pretty little village of West Linton.  I had a takeaway second breakfast of bacon and black pudding roll with brown sauce.  Katie had a cuppa.

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We continued on along the road for a bit, out of West Linton, before the route took us off in to the hills, again following the Cross Borders Drove Road national trail.  After a fun encounter with some interested cows, we passed through fields, forests and valleys on gently undulating, varied terrain.  It was nice walking.  We crossed a river and washed a pair of socks, hanging them on the back of our bags to dry as the good weather continued all day.

We reached Peebles after about 28km of walking at around 1315, visited Tesco first for some food and medical essentials for a couple of days, then went looking for lunch.  We had read about a bakery but they only had sweet things so I took a ginger cream biscuit and a chocolate brownie cronut for later and the search continued.  We found a cafe but it was just closing (at 1400, ?‍♂️), so once again the search resumed and on the third attempt we got seated and ordered.  Chilli chicken flatbread and ginger beer for me, a brie and cranberry toastie and orange San Pel for Katie.  Portions were good, and we had happy tummies.

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We had a choice from Peebles to get to Innerleithen/Traquair.  We could take the trails to Traqauir, continuing to follow the Cross Borders Drove Road, or we could take a tarmac (?) path that stayed low in the valley, following the river Tweed.  In the end we opted for the tarmac.  It was shorter and quicker so it meant less time on feet and more time in camp for Katie to tend to her poor feet.  We found a nice grassy footpath initially along the river and then joined the tarmac.  It wasn’t all bad, the views were nice and it meant I could again walk without the knee brace.

We found an orchard in a field just off the path, and set up camp, just with the inner of the tent initially which was nice.  It was a glorious sunny evening and we had dinner whilst resting weary feet.

Day 31: Orchard near Innerleithen to Melrose

? 40.30km

?571m 

We rejoined the tarmac by the Orchard and walked in to Innerleithen, topping up on liquids at the Co-Op there.  Katie was having a bad time with the blisters this morning.  What was originally a blister on each heel, was now double whammy on one of the heels, one on the inside of a big toe and one on a little toe on the opposite foot.  If I’m honest, they looked horrendous, and I wasn’t sure how she was still going, oh wait, yes, she is one very stubborn mule!  About a week now battling the blisters and the last couple of days seem to have been hell.

We were planning on wild camping this evening which meant not exactly knowing how far we would be going today but it was always going to be at least 35km.  Katie initially declined a hotel option, but after about 30 mins of walking, just as we were turning off the tarmac, on to the trails, Katie decided a hotel room would help her get through the day and also meant we would know how far we had to go.  We could also assess and treat the blisters a bit better, have a decent meal, a beer or two, and the England vs. Scotland football game was on so all good!  We booked one of the last rooms in Melrose (I presume as it was a Friday night) and got going on the trail.

Today, we would be following the Southern Upland Way (which is also for this section the Cross Borders Drove Road that we followed yesterday) which is actually a coast to coast route, around 450km.  We were heading east for the day, following the Scottish national trail thistle in a hexagon waymarker.  We gradually ascended Minch Moor, where I took a quick detour to the top  (567m) to check out the view, whilst Katie continued.  We could see in the distance, the Eildon Hills which were just outside Melrose, our target for the day.

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From then on, we undulated through the day and enjoyed some great views and lovely varied trails.  The landscape has completely changed since leaving the Highlands and today was the best so far since then.  Everywhere you looked there were lumpy bumpy hills, not a flat piece of land anywhere.  The weather was great, big fluffy clouds, patches of sun and (mostly) warm temperatures.  Whilst descending from the Three Brethren, 3 large cairns on top Hareshaw Hill, we chatted briefly with a local couple who said that on any normal year (i.e. without covid), we would have found hundreds of horses and people at the top, drinking whisky, dancing and singing (the people that is).  This was apparently the day of the Selkirk Common Riding, such a shame we were not treated to that spectacle!

We continued though fields of sheep, reaching Gala Hill and traversing round it through a lovely forest.  We descended to join a nice path along the river, then had to walk through some less scenic housing and industrial areas by Tweedbank, before some more nice riverside trails to finish the day.

In Melrose we checked in to the King’s Arms, showered, and did some reading up on blister treatments.  I nipped to Boots before it closed for an assortment of medical supplies, and also some duct tape from the Spar shop.  We had dinner in the pub, the food was decent but the beer selection wasn’t great.  It was getting busy with it being Friday night and the football on.  We opted to retire to our room, and drain Katie’s blisters (cos that’s how we roll on a Friday night).  I dashed to the Co-Op for beers and ciders, and a 1 litre tub of Mackie’s Chocolate Orange and Honeycomb ice cream, which we enjoyed whilst watching the football (which was pretty dull on the whole).

Today marked 1 month on trail, stats as follows;

Per Day

• Max Time: 11:10:00
• Max Distance: 42.02
• Max Ascent: 997
• Avg Time: 06:54:15
• Avg Distance: 24.57
• Avg Ascent: 483.68

Totals

• Total Distance (km): 761.67
• Total Ascent (m): 14994

Km per day

• Zero: 1
• >0, <10: 0
• >=10, <20: 9
• >=20, <30: 11
• >=30, <40: 8
• >=40, <50: 2 
• >=50: 0

Sleeping Arrangements 

• Wild Camp; 14
• Campsite: 9
• Cabin/Pod: 1
• Bothy: 2
• Hostel: 1
• Hotel/Pub: 3
• B&B: 0

Misc.

• Beers: 26
• Sticky Toffee Puddings: 5
• Sunday Roast Dinners: 3

Day 32: Melrose to Jedburgh

? 31.30km

?686m

We took a bit longer getting ready this morning, taking advantage of a shower and getting Katie’s blisters ready for the day’s walking.  Eventually departing the pub at 0830, we didn’t get far before spotting a cafe that looked like it had a decent coffee so we had a brief pause and got one each to go, plus a brownie, cos, why not!

The day started with quite a steep climb up and over between two of the Eilden Hills we had spent much of yesterday heading towards.  Today we were following the St. Cuthbert’s Way for the most part so again, the waymarking was good and easy to follow.  There were a few showers in the morning but the views were still great and we were in some lovely woodland which kept the worst of the water off us.

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We again enjoyed a great mixture of trails and after the initial hills, the route gently undulated through forests and fields, along rivers, past curious cows.  The weather cleared mid morning, remaining mostly cloudy but stayed dry for the best part of the day and the sun made the odd appearance.  We joined an old Roman road, Dere Street for the first time towards the end of the day, which was most visible from the drone shots I took.  These days the trail meanders in between field and through woodland.

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We reached our campsite on the edge of Jedburgh just after 1700.  We needed to stick up on some food and don’t go through town tomorrow morning so I had a quick jog down the road to the Co-Op.  On my return I grabbed a shower, we ate, watched the grand Prix qualifying, then caught up on some journals and photos.

Day 24: Strathfillan Wigwams Campsite to Beinglas Farm Campsite

? 15.94km

?397m

It was raining when my first alarm went off at 0600.  It was raining when my second alarm went off at 0630.  It was raining every 10 minutes that I snoozed the alarm for an hour.  Eventually, at 0730, it wasn’t raining and we decided it was probably time to get moving.  We packed up, used the facilities, and put the tent away whilst it still wasn’t raining.  The forecast was showers all day and sure enough, within a minute of leaving the campsite, I had to put on my waterproof trousers. Soon after, we passed a sign that informed us we were in one of the wettest parts of Britain.

Shortly after leaving camp, we were climbing through some nice forest.  It was probably the nicest hour or so of forest walking we have had on the whole trip and we started passing a few northbound hikers as we exited the forest and descended to Crianlarich.  From there it was pretty straightforward through the valley Of Glen Falloch, following the river Falloch to our campsite at Beinglas Farm.  We followed the road most of the way and the path did a reasonable job of being far enough from it not to see it, but it could be heard.

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We only covered 16km today, so arrived at Beinglas just in time for lunch, a ham and cheese toastie, with a pint of beer.  Taking advantage of a dry spell, we got the tent up then took showers.  We grabbed a seat in the bar around 1700 and got drinks, then dinner around 1800.  We both went for lasagne, which came with salad, coleslaw and garlic bread.  Solid pub grub and big portions.  The choc fudge cake and ice cream fitted snugly on to the pudding shelf.  Back at the tent we watched the first episode of Jeremy Clarkson’s Farm show on Amazon.  We had seen earlier that, unsurprisingly, an ever predictable Guardian write up had given it 1/5, in fact it was actually pretty entertaining.

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Day 25: Beinglas Farm Campsite to Millarochy Campsite

? 32.79km

?855m

We had a big day ahead and needed to hit the shop at the campsite before we left so we were waiting at the door ready to go when it opened at 0730.  We both grabbed a roll for lunch, some snacks, and Katie got some more Compeed blister plasters.

Full waterproofs were required, contrary to expectations and off we went, headed for a day of walking along the eastern edge of Loch Lomond.  Sounds easy right, walking along the edge of a Loch? Nice and level, not too much elevation? Wrong!  The trail was undulating in the same why the South West Coast Path undulates – big time!

We warmed up pretty quickly and with the rain stopped, but threatening, we had to de-layer and risk it. Passing some goats with massive horns required holding your nose as they smelt so bad, like gone off goats cheese. Soon, Loch Lomond was revealed for the first time and we started our journey along its edge. We had heard walkers in the pub last night saying how tough this section had been and before long it got a bit technical, lots of roots and rocks.  Personally I loved it, nice single track going up or down most of the time, never flat.  At times we were right by the loch, walking past stony beaches, others we were in really nice woods with huge pines and mossy floors.

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There was quite a bit of passing others and at one point a mountain biker (carrying the bike at the time – much if this section is quite literally unrideable) decided to squeeze past Katie, rather than wait just a few more moments for her to reach a wider part of the track.  His foot was right on the edge of the track which gave way and he went head first, with his bike, sliding down the side of the trail towards the water.  He managed to stop after a couple of metres, his mate got down to him and helped pull his bike off which I then lifted on to the trail and the biker scrambled his way back up.  We checked he hadn’t dropped anything and his mate joked only his pride was left down there. ? If only he’d been a bit more patient.

We stopped for a nice lunch break by the loch and continued, soon reaching the first holiday park/campsite of the day at Rowardennen.  The temptation of a cold fizzy can of pop was too much and I joined the queue in the bar, however the queue was too much, and I couldn’t be arsed so we continued with our thirst unquenched.  From there we had about 7km more to reach our goal for the day and now that we were in an area near a road and holiday parks, the trail was easier underfoot, however it still went up and down like a roller coaster!

We arrived at Millarochy Campsite around 1730, where we had booked a tent pitch, and the lovely people here informed us that we could pitch in the backpackers area for less and they would refund the difference on our booking!  Lovely stuff.  They also had ice creams so Katie had a Cornetto and I had a Magnum.  We deserved it.

Tent pitched, we showered and then made use of the backpackers kitchen area to cook and eat, as the midges were out, and after us!

Food Diary

Thought it would be fun to keep a track of the food and calories eaten today, not as much as I thought!

Breakfast

• 2 waffles – 240 cal
• Peanut butter/choc spread combo – 100 cal
• 4 dried figs – 54 cal

Lunch

• Cheese and pickle roll – 300 cal
• 1/2 bag crisps – 375 cal

Dinner

• Packet of Ainsley cous cous – 354 cal
• Packet of noodles – 271 cal
• Mange tout – 50 cal
• 1/2 pack jerky – 80 cal
• Birds Instant Custard – 150 cal
• 1/4 Yorkshire Tea Loaf – 231 cal

Snacks

• Magnum White Chocolate & Cookies – 235 cal
• 2 handfuls of peanuts – 250 cal
• Stroopwafel – 180 cal
• Nakd Bar – 137 cal
• Kind Dark Chocolate Nuts & Sea Salt Bar – 214 cal
• 1/2 pack peanut M&Ms – 300 cal

Total: 3521 cal

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Day 26: Milarrochy Campsite to Drymen Campsite

? 18.13km

?555m

We hit the trail just after 0700 knowing we had a bit of a lump to climb over and around 15km to a Sunday Roast at the Clachan Inn in Drymen.  We continued where we left off yesterday following the edge of the loch, until heading east and starting the climb up Conic Hill.  We were now among not only other WHW hikers, but also the day hikers too.  There was a lot of huffing and puffing.  Not from us though.  We made our way slowly up and stopped to take a few pictures looking back over Loch Lomond.  The cloud had lifted just about in time and it was a view to savour for a few minutes!

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The WHW doesn’t actually take us to the top of Conic Hill and we figured we had seen as good a view already as we would get a few more metres up so we stuck with the main trail and started descending.  We walked through forest and farmland for a couple of hours and the sun started to peek out as promised.  We had our first ‘your going the wrong way’ comment today after 6 days against the flow on the WHW, Katie quickly piped up “Not if you’re walking to Lands End!” which stopped the fella in his tracks for a moment!?  We soon popped out on to the A811 and headed into Drymen for lunch.  We were early so we did a quick shop for the next couple of days food at a Spar.

The Clachan Inn didn’t disappoint and did a decent roast.  Katie went for ham, I had the beef.  This is becoming a bit of a tour of Britain’s Sunday Roast, so we started scoring them.  Today’s scored a solid 7 out of 10.  Decent meat, great potatoes and Yorkshire pudding.  Veg was nice but lacked anything green, and no cauliflower cheese.  The sticky toffee pudding, our fourth of the trip, scored an excellent 9, equalling that of Garrison West in Fort William.  They didn’t even blink when I asked for ice cream AND custard.  What’s this ‘or’ malarky all about?

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By the time we finished lunch the sun was shining and it was about 23⁰C!  We still had 2-3km to do to get to the campsite for the night so off we trotted, back along the road out of Drymen, picking up the WHW again, through some fields and then back on to a road before arriving at the campsite, right on the trail.  We pitched up and took advantage of extra time to relax in the sun before showering, doing our normal routines stuff and dinner.

Day 21: Fort William to Kinlochleven

? 22km

?167m

Today we started the West Highland Way going southbound. Established in 1980, it starts in Milgavie, north west of Glasgow, and finishes in Fort William and is 96 miles long. It is a well established route and very popular, but we would be walking against the crowds.

We woke early and snuck in a last shower before heading out the campsite. Despite knowing we will be going through towns fairly frequently from now on we both still got stupidly carried away in Morrisons the day before and my backpack was worryingly heavy.

We joined the route out the site and followed it’s gradual ascent up through the forests and along the forestry roads. The cloud was very low and soon we were in it, with the light rain upon us, jackets were on but we were a bit late with the waterproof trousers. About 09:00 we came across our first walkers coming towards us who asked us how much longer they had to go until the end. After this there was then a steady stream of people some happy and excited it was the last day, some smiling through gritted teeth and a couple who were obviously not having a great time. The rain got a bit heavier before easing off for the rest of the day. The views through the valley were lovely and we made good pace despite significant ascent as there was zero navigation to be done. 

We had both picked up new shoes from Fort William so we’re nervous but in the end pleased how they were doing for us after 23KM.

We stopped just before town to eat our lunch, some left over pizza from the day before, and then decended into the town passing some late starters and mountain bikers on our way down.

We arrived about 14:30 to the wooden hut we had booked. Basically a shed with bunk beds in, that you put your own sleeping bag on but it was the power sockets that you really pay for. We showered because we could, and it was quiet, then headed to The Bothy Bar to update the blog and read about what was to come ahead on the route.

We had the best burger yet for dinner and another sticky toffee pudding. Time to start a sticky toffee leader board, another column in Tom’s spreadsheet added. ?

Day 22: Kinlochleven to Inveroran

? 32km

?902m

Leaving our pod it was dry, but the mist was looming. We left Kinlochleven via a big service road parallel with some hydro power pipes. About 10 vehicles, a mixture of trucks and land rovers, passed us on the way up to start their day but we never saw where they ended up as we then came off the road onto a much nicer trail. By this point it had started to rain quite heavily and was blowing into our right side. We were basically in the cloud, but walking along a decent path towards devil’s staircase.
We put an extra layer on just before popping over the top where a group of 4 ladies were celebrating reaching the top from the other side.

The rain had eased off a bit and we descended devil’s staircase carefully as we met a few people coming up. They were from all over and all abilities including a lady carrying a bike.
We then reached the main road and the path traversed nicely along it so we didn’t have to contend with any traffic, it was narrow here however and we had to wait for several people to pass by. As with the day before there was such a variety of enjoyment on the faces that came towards us. We followed the road for quite a way and stopped at the super plush Kingshouse, for a tea and hot chocolate.

Then we set off out into the drizzle and it didn’t stop, I was fully waterproofed up Tom had opted for shorts and waterproof top because it was not actually that cold temperature wise.
We walked almost up to Glen Coe ski resort and then followed a very boring cobbly road that ran through Rannock Moor, we were head on into the wind so the rain felt worse than it probably was but it was safe to say we were pretty soggy, and after several km’s I finally figured out that the funny taste was the smidge being washed off my face by the rain. We passed several soggy faces on the way through, including a lovely lady in her late sixties who joked about how boring it would be to hike in the sunshine and when we told her what we were up to she said ‘oh you are one of those’, she was absolutely delightful.
We approached the Inveroran Hotel, and set the tent up in the dedicated ‘wild camping’ spot before continuing with our bags to the bar. We were drenched and glad for a chance to dry out which kept the barman busy mopping up our puddles. We sat with a cuppa for me and a pint for Tom before pre ordering beef and Guinness pie for supper, which was amazing!!

Day 23: Inveroran to Strathfillan

? 21km

?438m

We were rudely woken in the night by some car horn honking and more rain but generally had a good night’s sleep in our ‘wild camping’ spot.
Next door a young group of 4 had set an early 05:45 alarm and were up negotiating thier morning logistics soon after. We snoozed our 06:00 alarm since it was raining, and started to get ready just before 07:00. Wrapping up in waterproofs expecting the worst, we packed up our tent and were first out of camp and pleased to find it was actually windy and dry.

We made our way back passed the hotel that we had dinner at and climbed a steady up and over to avoid the road, reaching Bridge of Orchy where there was nothing much but a big hotel and the railway station. We went under the railway and then continued on a wide gravel track along the tracks, passing those who had started the day early as well. The path was very similar most of the way and we just avoided ascending into the cloud and therefore even though the wind was in our faces we stayed dry.
After about 14km of very similar path with unfortunately little view, because of the low cloud, we arrived at Tydrumn. We couldn’t resist a cup of tea and hot chocolate at the Green Wellie Stop, an American style service station with toilets and gift shop. We have visited one before on a previous trip to Loch Ness and thought they were hilariously great.

We then looked at our next few days and the food we had available, booked Sunday Roast in Dryman and decided to have lunch down the road and save our waffle and jam lunches for our big day along Loch Lomond on Saturday. So we made the 500m journey down the road to The Real Food Cafe for a burger, after which we headed out again arrived at our camp spot within the hour and got the tent up minutes before the first rain of the day came down.

When I took my shoes off I fustratingly found a blister on each heel, lower down than where I was getting pain before and wondered if the new shoes had a different pinch point. Looks like the Compeed will be on for the next few days and hope it won’t make the harder ground to come more painful than it already will be. Tonight is our first DIY evening meal and we have a combination of Pot Noodle with Broccoli, then Tea Loaf and custard for pudding.