An afternoon stroll in beautiful spring-like weather at the beginning of May was just what the doctor ordered. We managed to find a parking place in the village of Stonethwaite and had hoped to call in the Langstrath Inn sometime in the afternoon for a refreshing beer.
Bearing in mind that this was a Bank Holiday Monday, we had hoped for a
seat in the Inn's beer garden either before or after our walk.
Unfortunately we were greeted by a "not open Mondays" sign. What is the
matter with the owner of that place. First of all he doesn't serve
campers, then he'll only serve people who are eating there on a weekend
and now he chooses to shut up shop on a busy bank holiday. He doesn't
deserve to be in business. Contingency arrangements were quickly made to
ease the panic and we jointly (ie Dave) decided to visit the Banks
Tavern in Keswick after the walk. So with that in mind, we set merrily
off on our way.
Everything that is beautiful about the Lake District was encapsulated
in this walk. Green pastures which were full of spring lambs,
traditional English woodland, babbling becks, cascades, rock pools and
the grandeur of the Lakeland Fells. This part of the valley also has a
resident cuckoo which appears mid-may. Mighty Bowfell appears to head
the six mile long valley but the walker eventually realises that Esk
Pike is in fact at it's head and passes also go over to Grasmere,
Langdale and Wasdale. Taking the wrong path up at Esk Hause can result
in a lengthy and expensive taxi ride back to the intended valley.
We only walked a mile and a half up the valley, following the western
bank of Langstrath Beck and then crossed the beck via the wooden
bridge. A couple of miles on the opposite side of the valley would see
us back at our car.
Various humorous moments occurred,
notably one where a certain female in the group couldn't "get her leg
over" to negotiate a tricky little rocky descent from a stile. No
embarrassing photos shall appear on this blog Chris so you are quite
Considering it was a Bank Holiday, the valley was reasonably quiet with
just a couple of families out relaxing and a young man playing his
guitar over looking the rock pools. We sat at the waters meet where the
path from Grasmere joins the main path and just soaked up the
However Dave eventually got the "call" from the Bank's so we
reluctantly traipsed back to the village and then up Borrowdale to
Keswick. No cuckoo was heard today but I did hear one further down the
Dale nearer Keswick a week or so later. A couple of refreshing pints was
enjoyed by all concerned back at the Tavern.
think we all have our 'own' little places where we feel at total peace
with the world, this is certainly one of mine come rain or shine.
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