Coast to Coast: Day 6 – Kirkby Stephen to Keld (Blue Route)

(20th March 2013 – 14½ miles)

For once it wasn’t snowing when I woke and looked out of my bedroom window.  But more snow was forecast.  Despite a good’s night sleep, I was tired.  Progress on the C2C had been tough and over the previous five days, I had covered 92.5 miles.  Today I was going to take it easy and finally enjoy my anticipated ‘rest’ day.  Not a rest day from walking altogether but by taking the quickest, easiest march to Keld.  Pat concurred and we decided to avoid the peat bog crossing of the Pennines and follow the B6270 road to Keld.  This is what Wainwright suggests if visibility on the tops is poor.

We thought it sage advice.

Coast to Coast in winter (2)

The Coast to Coast between Kirkby Stephen and Keld climbs up to the curious stone cairns of Nine Standards Rigg, before descending again across tracts of peat bog to the village of Keld.  Depending on the time of year, there is a choice of three paths over the moors:

Red Route – May to July

Blue Route – August to November

Green Route – December to April

Given the time of year, Pat and I considered using the Green Route before dismissing the idea completely and deciding on unromantic tarmac.

But then.  Oh, but then, during breakfast, my B&B owner (at the very comfortable ‘Old Croft’ – great breakfast, great packed lunch,

Old Croft Kirkby Stephen

a room perhaps a little too Gothic Princess) told me – despite my protests – that the Blue route, rather than the more obvious Green, would be perfectly do-able.  And shortly after setting off, we chatted to a friendly local who gave the same advice.  Against our better judgement, we decided to ditch the easy day tarmac plan and climb up and over the moors after all.  I’m very glad that we did; today was one of the most memorable of the trip.  But an easy rest day it was not.

Kirkby Stephen to Keld Coast to Coast

Wrapped up Pat

As we left the town, the sun shone briefly but by the time we were on the small road beyond Hartley, cloud swung in and it quickly turned bitterly cold.  Again.

Coast to Coast Kirkby Stephen to Keld (1)

Continuing the long 2172 ft climb, we were hit full on by that wind.  That freezing easterly that had been our bane for the past two days.  It was a hard plod, pushing into it.

Coast to Coast Kirkby Stephen to Keld (2)

I don’t know the Pennines particularly well but I do love their brutal, don’t-give-a-damn-what-anyone-else-might-think good looks.  But I haven’t yet decided whether I’m in love with them enough to tackle the 270 mile Pennine Way.

Coast to Coast Kirkby Stephen to Keld (4)

After an hour’s climb, we were back into snow.  Near where this photo was taken, the Green Route goes off to the right avoiding the Nine Standards and heading for an early rendezvous with the Keld road.  We went straight on.

Coast to Coast Kirkby Stephen to Keld (6)

We met no-one on today’s walk.  Pat was the only person I saw crawling through that tundra landscape

Coast to Coast Kirkby Stephen to Keld (12)

Pat’s photo

with me puffing along behind.

Coast to Coast Kirkby Stephen to Keld (7)

At this stage, way-finding wasn’t too difficult.  The path was visible but we couldn’t see very far ahead and we worried whether this was the correct path to the cairns.

Nine Standards Rigg (1)

But then, suddenly, there they were – ghostly and indistinct, looming out of the mist.  If you Google image search Nine Standards Rigg you’ll see photos of them in clear, bright sunlight: a memory of them I don’t share.

Nine Standards Rigg (2)

The wind up here was ferocious.  There is no higher ground on the C2C between here and the east coast;

Nine Standards Rigg (3)

Nine Standards Rigg

nothing to deflect the gusts whipping snow and ice up into our ruddy faces.

Nine Standards Rigg (4)

No one knows how old the cairns are or why they were built.  They certainly appear on C18th maps but some of them are much older, possibly prehistoric, and there are various ideas as to their purpose.  My favourite theory is that, from a distance, they resemble an encamped English army and so acted as a deterrent to any marauding Scots in the valleys below.  It is a nice idea but these piles of rocks were almost certainly boundary markers: the old county line between Westmorland and Yorkshire cuts through here.

Nine Standards Rigg (5)

“Gee, Ma. I sure is having fun”

Whatever their original purpose, they gave some shelter from the howling, icy blast.  As we took photos, barely able to make ourselves heard above the roar of the wind (in a landscape so inhospitable it made me giggle) Pat and I were at a watershed of the Pennines: behind us all the trickles, streams and rivers flow into the Irish Sea; in front they all empty into the North Sea.

Coast to Coast in winter

A favourite photo: my experience of walking the Coast to Coast

With no views, freezing cold and a long, uncertain walk ahead of us, we smiled ruefully at our plan to use the Rigg as a lunch-stop and hurriedly started the descent.

Coast to Coast in winter (2)

Visibility was poor (even when we could bear to look up into stinging, icy flecks) but we found the above sign and behind it a line of half-buried posts marking the Blue Route leading off to the east.  The Red Route heads south for the Keld road but, sticking with the advice that we had been given, we followed the Blue.

Coast to Coast Kirkby Stephen to Keld (8)

Exhausting work

The summit had been wind-scoured rock but soon we were wading across deep snow,

Coast to Coast Kirkby Stephen to Keld (9)

peering ahead, checking my compass and trying to make out the posts lining the path.

Coast to Coast Kirkby Stephen to Keld (13)

Me still lagging behind – Pat’s photo.

Actually, the snow proved helpful; in places, it kept us several inches above sopping peat bog.

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Pat’s photo

After an hour or two, we dipped below the cloud, the snow thinned and Whitsundale and the way to Keld lay below us.

Whitsundale Coast to Coast

I had assumed that our pace would quicken now, following the beck as it meandered across the flat valley bottom.  But the path was mostly invisible as we slid and stumbled over tussocky grass, moss, sedge and rocks; skirting pools and mires and streams.

Whitsundale Coast to Coast (1)

With no deep snow to lift us above bog and stones, this was slow, finicky going.

Whitsundale Coast to Coast (2)

Whitsundale Beck seemed cruelly long, with every bend in the valley proving false hope that we had reached its end.

Whitsundale Coast to Coast (3)

Though it may not look so very difficult from these photos, this stretch of ‘path’ was one of the most arduous of the 12 days.

Coast to Coast Kirkby Stephen to Keld (10)

Finally, at about 2.30 we reached signs of habitation

Ravenseat Farm tea garden

Ravenseat Farm, centre

and ‘Ravenseat Farm tea garden.’  I had my heart set on a mug of hot tea and a slab of cake as big as my rucksack but it was closed, most decidedly closed.  Fighting back whimpers, we scurried on.

Coast to Coast Kirkby Stephen to Keld (11)

I cheerfully admit to ‘cheating’ at this point and feel no shame.  We abandoned the official route when it followed the beck across country on the far side of the valley.  Fading now, after our efforts on the moors, we tramped along a tarmac lane to join the B6270 for the last couple of miles into Keld.

Upper Swaledale

Upper Swaledale

As Pat had further to go than me (he was meeting his wife Sue a couple of miles beyond Keld), I bid him farewell till the morning and watched him surge ahead.

Wainwath Force

Wainwath Force

I dropped a gear and paused to enjoy my first visit to Swaledale.

Keld Lodge

The outskirts of Keld with The Keld Lodge directly ahead on the road

My home for the night was ‘The Keld Lodge’ and Matt, the manager, gave me a very warm, if surprised, welcome.  Though I had pre-booked some time before, Matt was sure that I wouldn’t turn up, that I would cancel.  As I told him which route we had taken and why, he was astonished that anyone would have advised us to cross the moors in snow and strong winds – on either the Green, Blue or Red route.

Keld Lodge (2)

My single room at the Keld Lodge

I was the only guest at the Lodge and their first Coast to Coaster of 2013.  Matt said that including me, there was a grand total of 19 people in Keld tonight.  And 11 dogs.

Later, over good fish pie and several pints of excellent Black Sheep bitter, I chatted to Matt and a young couple who were staying in a yurt a couple of miles up the valley.   Keld marks the half-way point on the C2C and I felt quite pleased with myself as I supped my beer and laughed in the bar.  I had walked on six consecutive days and had six more to go.  I planned an early night – as I still hadn’t had my rest day – but the company was great and the beer kept coming.  It isn’t often that I enjoy a warm, relaxed evening amongst strangers but I did in Keld.

Wainwright’s walk had already proved the most challenging and exhilarating of all my long distance walks.  And my word – the weather!  March 2013 was the coldest since 1962: snow-drifts up to 20 feet deep were blocking roads, cutting off communities, closing schools and killing thousands of sheep across north-western Britain.  My family and friends, worried at the scenes they were watching on TV, began to call or text asking if I was OK.  Had I started out from St Bees just a few days later, the Lakeland passes would have been impassable, the walk impossible.  Neither could I have passed through Keld.  Four days later Matt emailed me – Keld had seven-foot drifts and 70 mph winds.

I felt privileged and amazed, that I was able to continue, one step ahead of fearsome storms and snowdrifts, yet still in conditions that were exciting, a little dangerous and very beautiful to behold.

I didn’t want this walk to end.

4 thoughts on “Coast to Coast: Day 6 – Kirkby Stephen to Keld (Blue Route)

  1. Ah, Black Sheep, a fine beer! And you earnt it! Lovely smug feeling having braved such dramatic weather and walked on, if not regardless, at least with conviction. I’m already looking forward to where you walk next time.


  2. On a pleasant September day it’s hard to fathom that such cold, wet, windy weather is even possible. Brr. What amazing countryside, though — I like that kind of wild and woolly landscape without a lot of trees getting in the way of… I was going to say the view. Sorry. Glad you had such pleasant company and good beer at the end there. Good dog-to-people ratio in Keld.


    • Hi Stacy, I didn’t mind the weather really. As nice as it is to stroll along in spring sunlight, snow and ice made it all the more er, interesting. I heard of an American couple who, having planned the walk for many years, did the entire path in fog and mist – no views whatsoever. The poor lady was in tears when they arrived at Robin Hood’s Bay. I guess, compared to that, I was very lucky. D


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