Walking

Monday. Our last day and we woke in the cotton-sheet, fluffy-towel, feather-pillow luxury of Grosmont House to a day already hot. Breakfast was served by the lovely Selma and her sidekick, Mary, the perfect understudy for Mrs Overall and a purveyor of morning cabaret - curt, grumpy and graceless meets wacky, natural comic genius. She warmed up slowly but it was worth the wait. While Jim wrestled with the frustrations of car parking at Grosmont station (long story - best not to ask), we three were entertained by the daft delights of Mary! Then off. This final leg starts with a...

I've found myself checking the symptoms of fatigue, trying to find out whether climbing too many hills and walking in the worst of weathers can bring it on! This year it all seems so much harder than last. A year older, of course, but the difference feels greater than that. Each evening I feel exhausted, some days to the point of having no appetite, although I know I must eat and I do. My body's temperature clock seems to cut out leaving me unable to warm up; a damp cold clings to the inside of my skin. I feel amazed...

Two days blog to catch up. Last night I was in a state of near shock, so getting something written was beyond me. No, not the Election results, although the exit poll did play its part. No, the shock was from the day we spent out on the Lakeland hills, battling the wind and rain on the trail from Grasmere to Patterdale. Just when you need the superlatives ...

Today we reached Grasmere. Chocolate-box Lakeland, a village full of country hotels, letting cottages and, thus, tourists. We never really want to tarry here, but Coast to Coasters, it seems, often take a rest day here especially the ones from Oz or the USA. They have a day off, perhaps to see Dove Cottage and soak in some Wordsworth, or maybe just because most of the hotels and guest houses have a policy of a minimum of two-night booking - no one-night stands. But we hit on the aptly-named Travellers Rest, up the main road out of Grasmere and hard...