The Cumbria Way: Day 3 – Great Langdale to Keswick

(Cumbria Way.  13th March 2014 – 15½ miles)

My luck with glorious, sunny mornings fled.  I pulled back my curtains, rubbed a hand over a sleep-creased face and swore.  I could barely see the hotel car-park let alone the far side of the valley.  A thick mist had poured into the valley and reduced visibility to a few yards.  I yawned, briefly considered climbing back into bed and resigned myself to a day of low cloud, mist and possible rain.  What a shame; I knew that today was the most scenic on the Cumbria Way.

Middle Fell Farm

Middle Fell Farm

I showered, dressed and hurried downstairs to scratch and whine impatiently at the dining room door.  When it finally opened at 8.30, I ran in, wolfed a very decent breakfast and was stomping up a rocky path behind the hotel by nine o’clock.  Though my back was still painful, I won’t continue to whinge on and on about it.  You don’t want that.  Painkillers and constant flexing were making it more bearable but I would be in some pain and discomfort all the way to Berwick, if on a sliding, diminishing scale.



I’ve walked up Mickleden many times but familiarity hasn’t lessened my love for this valley.  Stabbing deep into the heart of the fells from the Dungeon Ghyll, it tugs you on an enticing choice of superb walks and impressive mountains.  It is full of exciting promise and today was no different.



Sadly, I can’t show you on this occasion how dramatic, how lovely Mickleden is.  As I began the climb up Stake Pass at its far end, a glimmer of sun penetrated the mist.  But only a glimmer.

Stake Pass

Stake Pass is the second highest point on the Cumbria Way.  The highest – High Pike on Day 4 – can be sidestepped but not this steep pass.  After scaling the far higher Old Man the day before, this was a piece of cake, especially in cool mist; a piece of cake smothered with icing and a cherry.  For, when I reached the 1000ft top, my sweaty head popped through the cloud

Stake Pass Cloud Inversion

into blinding, bewildering sunshine.

Stake Pass Cloud Inversion 2

I’ve only climbed above cloud on a handful of occasions and it is always a stop-dead, jaw-dropping, try-to-remember-to-breathe, wow moment.

Stake Pass Cloud Inversion 4

There was no-one about, no-one to share the cloud inversion with, no-one to slap on the back, no one to say ooh-ahh to.  There was just me, an almost silent world and, I might say, an awesome scene.  And I knew that even if the rest of the walk was a disappointment, or I had to go home early for whatever reason, this moment alone made the whole trek worthwhile.

Stake Pass Cloud Inversion 3

It was long minutes before I could tear myself away and turn my back on that vast, froth-filled basin.

Langdale Combe

After the pass, the Way crosses Langdale Combe and a series of glacial drumlins created when the valley head and surrounding mountains sat under thick ice and glaciers. They looked like the burial mounds of a long-lost army.

Langstrath 2

Beyond this wide, boggy bowl the path leads to a lip above Langstrath, one of the most dramatic of Lakeland valleys.

Langstrath 3

Uninhabited and with no roads, Langstrath is wild, unspoilt and magnificent.  And today it was empty too.

Langstrath 4

I descended along a series of giddy hairpin bends,


with Stake Beck tumbling noisily close by.  The sound of splashing, running water was a welcome companion on much of the Cumbria Way.  Far more welcome than my incessant, tuneless humming.

ash tree langstrath

When I first walked down Langstrath several years ago, I marvelled at the huge, pollarded ash trees; ancient, dozing ents that dot the valley floor and sides.  Ash poles were a valuable resource and ash leaves a traditional fodder where grazing was poor.  I was pleased to see that someone had recently pollarded this tree – you can see the new, whippy growth and discarded branches.

ash tree langstrath 2

I had thought it a shame that when these gnarled, contorted beauties finally topple over, there would be none to replace them.  But it seems that someone is still pollarding the ash trees of Langstrath.  I wondered who.


At midday and far behind I saw my first walker of the day (just off-centre above).  In that wide landscape and all the way from the hotel there had been no-one.  Not a soul.  Despite its huge popularity, I’m surprisingly often wholly alone in the heart of the Lake District.


Frogs aren’t too bright are they?  I can’t tell you how much frog-spawn I saw in small puddles and trills on high mountain paths.  Well, I can – a lot.  Its chances of hatching and the tadpoles surviving before these tiny pools dry up must be minimal.  I thought of transferring any spawn I came across to larger pools and ditches … but realised that way, madness lies.

Langstrath 5

After about an hour’s walk along the valley, Langstrath Beck flows out into Borrowdale and

Eagle Crag

Eagle Crag

for a few hundred yards I joined Wainwright’s Coast to Coast path.  As I turned north toward Rosthwaite, I stopped and looked over my shoulder at Eagle Crag.  Last year, I had climbed up the valley to its left, whilst walking the C2C.  There had been snow and ice and at the top I had staggered into a white-out.  It was a memory difficult to reconcile with today’s warm, spring sunshine.

Eagle Crag Borrowdale

Eagle Crag. Walking the C2C, 17th March 2013

This is how it looked on that day almost exactly a year earlier.


I found a boulder to perch on and happily inspected my packed lunch (from the Old Dungeon Ghyll).  Sandwiches on my walks often end up squashed but I didn’t mind too much – so long as no-one was watching.  And I even had a floor show laid on for me.  I chewed and watched intently as a furious farmer scolded some trespassing walkers.  I nodded judiciously and sagely at the angry farmer and shook my head disparagingly at the naughty transgressors.



With my moment of high Cumbrian drama over, I wiped my chin and passed quickly through Rosthwaite.  I didn’t even stop at the Riverside Bar for a pint (true) but marched on soberly toward the lake.

Rosthwaite New Bridge

Beyond (the no longer) New Bridge

River Derwent

I entered light woodland to follow the banks of the River Derwent.


Unlike my morning’s travails this path on the approach to Derwent Water was busy with car-borne walkers (cheats!) and mountain-bikers.  I no longer had the path to myself and resented – a little – having to share it.  Selfish of me I know.

Borrowdale (2)

The afternoon grew hazier as I pulled out from the jaws of Borrowdale

Derwent Water

and at 3 o’clock I reached the banks of the lake.

Derwent Water 2

I still had at least another four miles to go but almost all along the banks of this long, beautiful lake.

Derwent Water 3

It was hardly strenuous walking.  On the horizon at the head of the lake, I could just make out Skiddaw but not Keswick at his feet.


I passed a small gaggle of photographers drawn by a posing cormorant.

Cormorant 2

He worked the cameras like an old, bored pro.

Derwent Water 4

A little further on, I liked the perfect symmetry of this jetty’s reflection with Keswick emerging from the mist.

Derwent Water 5

I was fairly tired now, and grew a little irritated by crowds of afternoon strollers walking very slowly, three or four abreast, deep in conversation and blocking my way.  Selfish of me I know.

View from my bedroom window

View from my bedroom window

At a little before five, I reached Keswick and booked into the Swiss Court Guest House.  After a quick shower, I was out pounding the streets, recoiling at the sheer number of people and picking up a few bits for the walk to Carlisle.  Only then did I celebrate my arrival at The Dog and Gun – probably my favourite Keswick pub.  Try their goulash, it is delicious, fantastic value and just what I needed after a 15 mile walk.  A couple of pints weren’t bad either.


10 thoughts on “The Cumbria Way: Day 3 – Great Langdale to Keswick

  1. David,
    Thanks for the report – nicely done.
    Eileen and I made the same trek, but the other way. It also differed in that we had pleasant, Summer weather. The bad part was our mis-timing, having planned for a pint in The Old Dungeon Ghill before three (closing in the afternoon). We made it through the generosity of the barman – just outside the limit. Beautiful and remote as the walk was, the most memorable part was running flat out down Stake Pass – normally I adopt a very steady, slow and careful pace but a good walk requires a pint after, in my book anyway.
    Unfortunately we’ll not see the top of Stake Pass again, in this lifetime anyway.


    • Thanks JC. Having rushed down to the ODG a few times I can certainly picture you sprinting for a pint before closing. I don’t think they close in the afternoon anymore by the way – so no need to rush now. Either from Borrowdale to Langdale or the other way are both grand walks. Sorry, to hear you won’t be able to get up there again. I shall try to squeeze in a few more whilst I can. Dave


  2. Glad you explained about what the walkers were doing wrong. It is not always easy for the Farmers to put up with ignorant pedestrians.
    Loved your description of above cloud experience. It felt good just reading how you felt.


    • Hi Meta, having blundered about lost a fair bit in my time my natural inclination is to feel sympathy for the walker. But on this occasion there was clearly no path, no right of way and a succession of barbed wire and stone walls blocking their way. They just couldn’t be bothered to retrace their steps (not very far) or put the dog on a lead. The latter especially was bad – there were loads of lambs and pregnant ewes about. Anyway rant over. And thanks. Yes, a cloud inversion is always amazing. Dave


  3. Awesome photos! I love the one of the jetty with it’s perfect reflection.
    I can’t believe that I have never heard the word “drumlin” before! Cool word…..I will have to try to use it in conversation this coming week.
    Looking forward to hearing more on your adventure!


    • Hi Jan, you’ll see drumlins yourself when you walk the C2C. There’s some at the top of the pass above Eagle Crag. After you’ve walked it, you’ll be able to slip that into conversation nice and easily. Dave


  4. Great blog Dave.I was particularly impressed by the rushing water PIC. But no sound? You might try putting in a video link? I was a bit disappointed with you aligning yourself with the farmer. What harm were the walkers doing? We know you are a whinger.don’t hold back on our account.


    • Hello Charles, I didn’t mention that the farmer was cross because the family of four had their dog off the lead amongst sheep and were clambering over and dislodging drystone walls. It was mostly the former that the farmer was angry about. I don’t think that landowners are necessarily always in the right, any more than that walkers are always in the wrong. But on this occasion, I knew where my sympathies lay.
      Pleased you like the waterfall. It is just a set of photos, made into a GIF and not a video – so no sound I’m afraid. I suppose I could just have easily have filmed it with camera or phone but I rather like how a GIF file just plays and plays. D


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