Coast to Coast: Day 7 – Keld to Reeth

(21st March 2013 – 11½ miles)

Pinching myself and knocking my head against the window frame made no difference – the morning sky was still cloudless, still blue-y blue.  For the past few days, I was so used to looking out from my B&B window and seeing snowfall, that this was a bit of a surprise.

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It had taken a while but today I remembered why I love walking in late winter/early spring.  For days like today.

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I stepped outside to take some deep breaths, grin and whirl about a bit.  After a week of almost unbroken cloud, this was glorious.  Then, after a hearty breakfast and bidding Matt, the manager, a fond farewell, I hoisted my rucksack and walked down though a quiet and deserted Keld.

Keld

None of the 18 other souls (or dogs) were about as I passed through the village.  I found it difficult to imagine that during the 1800’s (at the height of lead-mining in Swaledale) Keld’s population was a huge six thousand.

Keld (2)

You’ll want to make a note that ‘Keld’ comes from the Viking word for spring – Kelda.

Today’s Keld is a ghost town in comparison.

Coast to Coast Keld to Reeth (1)

Beyond the last house of the village, the C2C joins briefly with the Pennine Way for a few yards, before striking off eastward along the Swale.  The PW heads north.

Keld-in-winter

Looking back at Keld with Keld Lodge on the far left.

I had been smitten by Keld

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and as I plodded away (followed by a long line of sheep – I don’t know why), I stopped and gazed back and wondered when, or even if, I might visit again.

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I ambled high above the Swale

Upper-Swaledale

relishing alpine air, alpine views.

Swaledale-in-snow

Soon I was crunching through snow again and squinting against bright reflected sunshine.  Heck, I even rummaged about in my rucksack for shades.

Upper-Swaledale-02

You’ll forgive a splurge of snowy photos

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but I wouldn’t see blue skies and sunlight like this for the rest of the trip.  Indulge me.  My walk across England had been, and would be, almost continuous grey cloud with  assorted added weather.  But today I was cherishing my-at-bloody-long-last-rest-day.  No rain, no blizzards, short miles, few climbs and, for once, no tiresome Siberian easterly.

Keld to Reeth alternative route

Soon the path diverged: on the left the ‘proper’ Wainwright route climbs up towards old mine workings and ruins and, as I was taking it easy today, I happily left that sight to another time;

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Upper Swaledale

the path to the right dropped to the bank of the Swale for an alternative, mostly low-level, walk to Reeth.

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After soaking up some rare rays,

Swaledale Coast to Coast (1)

and savouring the view,

Swaledale Coast to Coast (2)

I began the descent

Swaledale Coast to Coast (3)

and joined the river.  (Immediately after I took this photo, an RAF fighter screamed close overhead.  It was long gone by the time my heart restarted and I thought to raise my camera).

Muker

Muker

On the far bank lay the pretty, little town of Muker (a favourite of James Herriot).  It was a shame that I was too early for lunch at ‘The Farmer’s Arms– supposedly excellent.

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This was simple, non-strenuous walking with plenty of time to stop, look around and fiddle with my camera.  I had made no specific plans to meet Pat today – we just thought that we would bump into one another.  As it turned out, we didn’t and I walked solo all the way to Reeth.

Dippers-Swaledale

Like the River Wharfe (which I walked beside on the Dales Way),

Dipper-Swaledale

the Swale is home to plenty of dippers;

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and today at least spring flowers weren’t buried by snow.

Squeeze-stile-Swaledale

There were plenty of squeeze stiles – which did just that to me and my rucksack.

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Gunnerside

At lunch time, I approached Gunnerside where I had planned to stop at The King’s Head.’

The King's Head Gunnerside

But Matt had warned me that the pub had closed; and quite possibly for good.  The denial of a pint by an open fire made me sad.  (The King’s Head has reopened – May 2019).

Swaledale-04

After Gunnerside, this so-called low-level route

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climbed steeply back up to the moors.

Swaledale-in-winter

But the views up the dale

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were worth the panting effort.

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By mid afternoon, the path dipped back down to the river

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for the final leg into Reeth.  I had booked into The Manse one of my favourite B&B’s of the trip.

The Manse Reeth

‘The Manse’ hadn’t been open for long but had already collected some great reviews.  They were well deserved – I recommend it.  Especially as they offered me the use of their washing machine at no extra charge.

That evening, I joined Pat and Sue before a log fire at the The Buck Hotel for pizza, beer and chat. Though I enjoy walking by myself (and don’t even mind my own company, really), I was grateful for friendly faces, laughter and the chance to swap stories of the day’s walk.   Pat and I planned to  walk together the following day.  The path to Richmond would be another short day (12½ miles) but bad weather would return and the going would be harder and far less pleasant.

I’d had my day in the sun.

6 thoughts on “Coast to Coast: Day 7 – Keld to Reeth

  1. But we did almost bump into each other. Check out the photos (6442-6447) I took from the bridge near Muker of you striding along in your shades.

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  2. Well, I’m glad you had one moment in the sun to enjoy, at any rate. What a lovely, blue-sky day. It’s funny how a village can get under your skin in just one night — I feel that way about a couple of places in Newfoundland, too, and if it were at all realistic would gladly make long, expensive trips just to stay there on special occasions.

    Your reputation as a rescuer of fallen sheep must have preceded you. Either that, or the superhero cape gave it away.

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    • But Stacy, you can’t be trusted to return to those lovely little Newfoundland towns. Goodness only knows with what design you might return. (There was no such provision in Keld – at least that I know of). And good grief – you’re right! The cape! I’d forgotten the cape! Explains all. Dave

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