The Cumbria Way: Day 2 – Coniston to Great Langdale

(12th March 2014 – 14 miles.  This section was off the Cumbria Way)

I could barely stand without groaning.  My back was angry at lugging a rucksack for 15 miles and was screaming disapproval.  Getting out of bed was painfully comical and I clenched my teeth as I dressed and pulled on socks … with more melodramatic groaning.


It was another beautiful day – which was all very jolly but unhelpful in making a route choice.  My plan was to leave the official route today, climb a mountain and make my own, high-level way to Great Langdale.  Bad weather at least would have dictated that I abandon that idea and stick to the 11 mile, easy and low walk along the Cumbria Way.  But sun and blue skies were pulling me on the mountain diversion I had long-planned.   Before breakfast, I shuffled into Coniston hoping that movement would loosen me up, painkillers kick in and I would finally make a decision.

Bluebird Lodge

Bluebird Lodge B&B

Ibuprofen and walking did loosen me up a little and I hobbled back to the B&B to pack and polish off a cooked breakfast.  But as I messily shovelled down food and chatted to the owner, I still hadn’t made up my mind.  A short, very pretty walk which I had done before or a new, mountainous challenge?  Pamper my back; or teach it who was boss?  I even considered a third option: give my back a total rest and catch the bus.   It was only as I hauled on boots, gaiters and rucksack that habitual stubbornness made up my mind for me.  I would climb the Old Man of Coniston – goddamnit – and tackle the most difficult day of my 220-mile trek.


After picking up some supplies in the village, I started the steep road walk to the Old Man.  I got lost (which let’s face it, is hardly news) and saw parts of Coniston which were perfectly charming … if not on my itinerary.

Coniston Old Man

By 10am I was at the Fell Gate car park from where my ascent of that peak would start.  The Old Man of Coniston (or Coniston Old Man if you prefer) is a very popular mountain and on a fine, March morning it was fairly busy.


There were scantily-clad fell-runners, vividly-clad hikers and oddly-clad dog-walkers all traipsing to the 2634 ft summit.  The path started out gently enough but very soon I was grimacing, sweating, muttering and puffing slowly, slowly upward.

Coniston Old Man 2

The Old Man has been slate-quarried for centuries and it seemed sad that little effort has been made to heal his scars.  I’m not saying that all evidence of mining should be expunged; far from it – just that he might have been left in a more sympathetic state.


Having said that, some of the detritus is quite beautiful – in an Antony Gormley kind of way.

Low Water, Coniston

I panted up to Low Water – which didn’t seem low to me at all – sank agedly onto a rock, wiped the sweat pouring down my face and glugged water.

Low Water Coniston

But it was only a brief respite; from the tarn the path leaps up to the summit in one long bound.


See?  (The summit is out of shot, top-right).

Low Water Coniston

Much of the ascent was in shade but where the path emerged into sunlight, the climb was a long, hot, slow stumble.

Low Water Coniston

As you can imagine, I could only manage a few minutes at a time before stopping, swearing under my breath, easing my still painful back and sucking in huge lungfuls of cool air.


Back down to Coniston and Coniston Water

The weather was remarkably kind but the higher I got, the hazier it became and visibility wasn’t great.  But given such a perfect day, I could hardly complain.  (Well, a bit).


Just below the summit, I crossed my only snow of the fortnight

Coniston Old Man Summit

and then blessed, sweet, hallelujah moment, I was there.

Coniston Old Man Summit

And here’s proof that I did indeed reach the top (though this might be Photoshop-ed, I suppose).


I looked out over yesterday’s shoreline walk along Coniston Water and, in the far distance, Morecambe Bay.


Having taught the Old Man that I wasn’t to be trifled with, I tramped off – grinning – on a fine ridge walk northwards.

Coniston Old Man Summit 2

Looking back at the summit of the Old Man

I was grateful that this year I didn’t need cairns to guide me through swirling snow-fall.


The ridge wasn’t as level as I might have wished; it dipped quite sharply and gave me another stiff climb up to Swirl How at 2631ft – only 3ft shorter than the Old Man.

Levers Water

Levers Water

As I passed above Levers Water, I got my final glimpse of Coniston … until next time.


I was approaching the Lakeland Big Boys now: ahead and to my left, the Scafell range floated in the haze


whilst directly ahead stood Crinkle Crags and, furthest away, aloof Bowfell.


That small lake is Red Tarn and marked my route down and over to Langdale.  At a quarter past one, it still seemed an awfully long way off.

Greenburn Valley

Greenburn Valley with Little Langdale in the distance

This was a marvellous, exhilarating walk and I was very glad I had chosen it over the pedestrian Cumbria Way alternative.  (There is nothing wrong with the latter – it’s a perfectly nice walk – but it can’t compete with this mountain ridge walk).


Red Tarn with Pike of Blisco centre

As I approached Wrynose Pass my heart sank.

Wrynose Pass

I knew from studying the map that there was a deep valley between me and Red Tarn but even so, it was deeper and steeper than I had hoped.   The path down to the road was fairly indistinct and soon I lost it completely.  I slipped and slid down grassy slopes to reach the huddle of cars below.


And immediately began to climb once more.  After my earlier exertions, this was gruelling.

Red Tarn

Red Tarn

Finally, at about 3 o’clock, I reached the tarn.  I was pretty exhausted but very happy that I had finished the last climb of the day.


I sat for a while, high amongst mountains I know well and gulped the last of my water.  (This might seem a restful scene but actually, I had to run into shot just before the self-timer clicked).


Friends of mine often complain that they find descents more difficult than climbs.  I don’t generally agree but I did on this path down to Langdale via Oxendale.  The newly laid stones were small, rounded and tricky to walk on.  My back still hurt and my hips (which support the weight of my rucksack) were bruised and sore.  My knees didn’t much like it either.


A curve in the path revealed the unmistakable Langdale Pikes


with sunlight streaming over Crinkle Crags

Great Langdale 2

down into the valley below.

Great Langdale

Pike o’ Stickle

Here in Great Langdale, below the Pikes, I rejoined the Cumbria Way.

Old Dungeon Ghyll Hotel

Old Dungeon Ghyll Hotel

I had booked into The Old Dungeon Ghyll Hotel, where I’ve stayed several times and like very much.  Owned by the National Trust, the hotel has a charming old worldliness: the rooms are comfortable and surprisingly affordable, especially low season.  You couldn’t wish for a more majestic setting.  And if breakfast time is a little late for early starters like me, the Full English is excellent.

The Old Dungeon Ghyll with Hikers Bar, right. Feb 2012

The Old Dungeon Ghyll with Hikers Bar, right. Feb 2012

Next door, and part of the hotel, is the Hikers Bar which I’ve supped in for over thirty years (not continuously).  Always busy, with excellent ale, stone flagged floor, ancient (if inefficient) range and photos of mountaineering endeavours, it is world-famous and well-loved.  But I think its laurels are shabby and in need of burnishing: the food can be disappointing and, on occasion, terrible; the seating is inadequate and uncomfortable; it is freezing in winter; the lighting is horrible and, in contrast to the hotel, the bar-staff are sometimes unwelcoming and even rude.  I ate a curiously bland Cumbrian sausage, gravy and mash in the cold bar.  (But even so, it was better than the last meal I ate there).  As soon as I had finished, and with nothing to detain me, I fled to the comfort of my room.  I wonder how long I shall be able to ignore my current dislike for the Hikers Bar?

It wouldn’t take much to make it a great pub again.  A large wood burner to supplement the range; softer lighting; reliably good, hearty food and a re-think of the seating would all make for a better experience.  And friendly, attentive staff might be an idea too.  I might even learn to love the Hikers Bar as much as I did on my first visit in 1983.  (Rant over).


8 thoughts on “The Cumbria Way: Day 2 – Coniston to Great Langdale

  1. When we’d go hiking in the Rockies when I was little, Dad would often stop to look enthusiastically at small flowers by the path. He’d get out the camera and the macro lenses and the flower guide and we’d all gather around and ooh and aah and identify the flower while he took a photo. Eventually we learned that a flower break meant he wanted a breather but wasn’t about to admit it. (Note: this is a better strategy in June than in March.) All to say, if ever a hike was made for flower breaks, this was it. Beautiful and dramatic, and with huge, blue skies to boot, but I’m with Jan in wanting a little sympathetic ibuprofen!


    • How cool are you? “When we’d go hiking in the Rockies”. Seven simple but jealousy inducing words. ‘Flower Break’ will be my new call for a mountain climbing pause, I think. Your Dad sounds a very wise man and I hope he got away with his ruse for many years. I tend to try and convince any companions (I do have them sometimes) that I’m just drinking in the view when I stop and not worrying whether my heart will ever stop that alarming thing it does when I go up summits. Of course, they don’t buy it. D


  2. My own back aches after seeing these photos, and reading the details of your walk. Starkly beautiful countryside, yes; but oh so rocky and steep!
    (I am off to look for the ibuprofen; I may lie down for a bit …..)


  3. As an armchair traveler I thoroughly enjoy reading your posts and seeing the remarkable photos you take. It all is so beautiful. Thank you.


  4. Gosh, you are hard on yourself,physically,though it is obvious from this fabulous set of pics what your rewards are. I just worry that pain usually means that something is wrong and needs sorting out. Love your rant about the bar. They obviously need a kick up the bum. I hope they read this.


    • Hi Charles. I did think long and hard about my back – and worried about it too! But I knew that, painful as it was, it was just a pulled muscle and not anything ‘spinal’ – in which case I most certainly would have given up! D


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