The Dales Way: Day 5 – Sedbergh to Staveley

(15th February – 19 miles)

For the first time on my walk and on the penultimate day, the sky was blue and the sun shone.  Today was the longest day of my walk and I was grateful for warm sunshine.  And for the first day of my walk, no need for Yaktrax.

Howgill Fells Dales Way (1)

After grabbing a sandwich for lunch (and paying for it), I left Sedbergh and retraced my steps to where the Dales Way struck off westwards along the River Rawthey.  It wasn’t long before I went astray (are you seeing a pattern yet?) and entered a small industrial estate … and a dead-end.  Some workmen watched me curiously, as I slowly completed a wide circle, nodding intently to myself as I studied the loading bays, lorries and car park, and, without pausing, strolled back out again.  My quick thinking had convinced them that I wasn’t simply an idiot but that the estate had been on my list of ‘must see’ places.

Dales Way Day 5 Howgill Fells

The Howgill Fells were close by for most of the day as I traversed Lunesdale.  I saw these fells again the following year on the Coast to Coast.  One day I might even climb them.

Dales Way Day 5 Sedbergh to Staveley (2)

It was a fine, easy morning’s walk as I passed through woodland and across pasture.

Lune Viaduct

Another Victorian masterpiece straddled the valley but unlike Ribblehead, the Lune Viaduct is no longer used.  It sits there magnificent; redundant.  Does someone pay for its upkeep, I wondered?  I hoped so as I passed underneath and glanced upwards, worried a little about falling bricks.

Dales Way Day 5 Sedbergh to Staveley (3)

The path briefly climbed to face the Howgills once more

Dales Way Day 5 Sedbergh to Staveley (4)

before dipping down to follow the River Lune.  Apart from Dales Way walkers, Lunesdale is little visited and I didn’t meet anyone on these few miles.

Packhorse bridge Crook of Lune

The narrow, old packhorse bridge at the Crook of Lune is graceful and beautiful – unlike the accompanying noise of the nearby M6 and mainline railway.

Dales Way Day 5 Sedbergh to Staveley (5)

I dislike walking near motorways (who doesn’t) and hurriedly crossed the M6 to leave the roar of traffic behind me.  I found a muddy tussock to sit on, unwrapped my rucksack-squashed tuna sandwich and messily devoured it.  It wasn’t a sight to share.

Dales Way Day 5 Sedbergh to Staveley (6)

By early afternoon, I had my first peek of the sugar-dusted Lakeland fells – which I’d be climbing within a couple of days.  With the DW almost complete, I was pleased that I had given myself a further four days to cross the Fells to Keswick.

Dales Way Day 5 Sedbergh to Staveley (7)

A pond of ice slush

The afternoon was a long one, with the maps in my book teasing me: my progress across the pages seemed interminably slow.

Dales Way Day 5 Sedbergh to Staveley (8)

I began to regret my decision to over-night in Staveley and not Burneside; a decision that added three and a quarter miles to my day.


Snowdrops – a rare glimpse of spring on my walk

With my nose deep in the guidebook (cross this stile, aim for that gate, follow the hedge, cross a bridge, aim for … cross …. follow ….) the afternoon was fairly uneventful except for a buzzard exploding off a gate post six feet away.  It was gone through the trees before I could even think to raise my camera.

Dales Way Day 5 Sedbergh to Staveley (9)

From Burneside, I walked along the pretty, swift-running River Kent to Staveley, arriving at 4.30.  My room at the ‘Eagle and Child Inn’ was one of the best of this short trip and I spent the evening in the busy pub writing postcards and working out my route for tomorrow.  But I was distracted from both by a young couple having a furious row.  Indeed most of the people in the bar were similarly distracted, though we were all very busy appearing not to eavesdrop.  There was an almost audible “Ahhh,” when the couple finally kissed and made up.

I went up to bed, knowing that all was right in the world (or at least in Staveley).

4 thoughts on “The Dales Way: Day 5 – Sedbergh to Staveley

  1. Great to see this next section. And some familiar views. I took the same shot of that fabulous oak tree. What was the row about? Must tell.


    • There were plenty of fabulous, solitary trees on day 5, Charles – I seem to have taken photos of little else, so it was a struggle to illustrate this post. And a gentleman would never divulge the nature of such an intimate row but given that I’m no gentleman: it was re an old flame of the boy’s. Same old, same old. D


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