Blogging after the event again … decided after
our Lakes trip last year that most of us were enthusiastic for another one, and after a few false starts, booked
Applegarth at Braithwaite, via
Sally’s Cottages. It’s a typical Victorian Lakeland stone house – although this wasn’t obvious from the description, it’s actually a semi that’s been converted to a six-bedroom holiday let by dint of knocking through the second floor, so holidayers have half of the ground and first floors of the house, and the whole of the second floor. The distribution of the bedrooms proved quite convenient, with three on the first floor for Dave and Hazel, Nia and Alys, and Huwie in his own room; and three on the second floor for Mum and Dad, Ray and me.
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| Applegarth |
Minor downsides of the property: 1) as a consequence of the alterations to increase the number of bedrooms, the kitchen is too small for the number of people the property sleeps; 2) the second floor rooms were a bit tired-looking, though the rest of the property was nice; 3) although there was an enclosed garden, it wasn’t actually enclosed directly from the back door, leading to a constant need to keep an eye out that toddler Huw wasn’t heading down the drive towards the road. The major downside was the ropey water pressure to the second floor, lending an exciting uncertainty to the whole business of taking a shower. As bathrooms are important to me this would probably be sufficient to put me off staying there again. No big deal, hopefully, as the area is awash with holiday lets.
However … on the whole it was lovely, despite the above. (And I should note that all the reviews on Sally's Cottages' website seem nothing but complimentary - so it's entirely possible that I'm just a bit of a fusspot.) Really pleased with the location -
Braithwaite is a well-situated village for a whole range of walks and outings, and has three pubs and a useful village shop. And we were unbelievably lucky with the weather, for pretty much the whole week.
Thursday 18 April
I booked a half day from work and Ray arrived at my flat around 3pm. He had offered to drive me as it was roughly on his route and we weren’t sure how much parking we would have at the holiday let. As last year, we had booked a Premier Inn pit stop at the
Stoke/Trentham Gardens hotel. We arrived early evening, had a G&T in the bar and a nice dinner at
Joe’s Kitchen, opposite the hotel.
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| Joe's Kitchen |
Friday 19 April
I got up for an early walk around the bits of the
Trentham estate that are accessible from the hotel.
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| Piece of something or other |
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| Old gates on Stone Road |
We set off from the PI around 9am and made our way through heavy traffic up the rest of the
M6 to Penrith. Stopped at
Tebay services – the last M6 services before the Penrith turn off – after reading reviews of various services on
Motorway Services Online (we were bored). Although it was heaving with bodies due to its being Good Friday, it certainly manages to seem more like a National Trust visitor centre than a service station. We didn’t go into the farm shop but did buy takeaway tea and cake from the café which we ate in Ray’s van looking at the quite pleasant view.
As we couldn’t access our holiday let until 4:30pm, we parked just outside Braithwaite and walked from there into
Keswick, a walk of about 2½ miles each way. Keswick was heaving with people and we were glad we hadn’t attempted to park the car there. We had lunch at a café and Ray bought some insoles for his new boots. I bought a coaster from the adorable
‘Herdy’ shop.
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| Walk to Keswick from just outside Braithwaite, and back |
Saturday 20 April
We walked into the village and bought ice creams from the village shop.
Dave and Hazel decided to take the girls to tackle
Cat Bells, so Ray and I tagged along while Mum and Dad stayed at the house with Huw. In the event I only made it about halfway up due to not feeling 100%, so had quite a pleasant sit with a lovely view of the lake while the others successfully scrambled up to the top. Four-year-old Alys looked adorable in a flowery dress and new little walking boots. Dave has blogged about the walk
here.
Afterwards we returned to Braithwaite and had drinks at the
Royal Oak.
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| Derwentwater from the path up Cat Bells |
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| Drinks outside the Royal Oak |
Route of my walk up part of Cat Bells. The summit is a way off the bottom of the picture.
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| Walk up part of Cat Bells, and back |
Sunday 21 April
Easter Sunday. And Hannah’s birthday.
Ray and I went out for an early morning walk of four and a half miles or so, taking a route south of Braithwaite into the
Newlands Valley, initially along a path that skirts the foot of
Barrow and then along a country road, returning via the village of
Stair and along a lovely footpath by
Newlands Beck. The Newlands Valley is separated from Derwentwater by the range of hills that includes Cat Bells.
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| Looking back towards Braithwaite |
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| The bridge at Stair |
Our route below in red, with start and end points in Braithwaite at the top.
The rest of the day was substantially taken up with Easter eggs. Dave and Hazel set up an Easter egg hunt for the kids in the garden. The children gave Hannah a ‘Happy Birthday’ serenade via WhatsApp. We had roast chicken.
Monday 22 April
Dave and Ray set off early to tackle
Helvellyn via Striding Edge. Also mentioned in
Dave’s blog post.
Mum suggested a lakeshore picnic for the rest of us. She and Hazel drove into Keswick with the kids and got the
Keswick Launch across to the jetty at
Hawse End. Dad had been looking less than keen on the boat trip (though we weren’t clear why exactly) so I suggested that he and I walk from Braithwaite to Hawse End to meet the others, a walk of just over three miles each way. The route involved in part the path along Newlands Beck that Ray and I had walked the previous day. We observed (well, Dad observed, and I saw them once he’d pointed them out) lots of pretty little orange-tipped butterflies.
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| View from our walk |
Our outward route from Braithwaite to Hawse End in red:
We met up with the others and had a picnic by the lake. Afterwards Nia climbed a tree and Alys and Huw pottered about by the lakeshore.
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| Mum with Huwie and Nia |
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| Alys by the lakeshore |
Tuesday 23 April
Dave and Hazel took the kids to Whinlatter Forest to do the children’s trail activities there. Mum, Dad, Ray and I set out – Dad driving – to visit the
Haig Colliery Mining Museum in
Kells, near
Whitehaven.
Just as we were driving out of Braithwaite onto the
Whinlatter Pass, I decided to Google the opening hours of the museum and was a bit taken aback to get this.
Couldn’t decide whether to convey the ‘Permanently closed’ news to Dad – and I then lost mobile reception so couldn’t do any further research – but chose to assume (wrongly, as it turned out) that he must have done the homework re checking its current status, so kept quiet.
We drove through some somewhat depressed-looking towns and villages towards Whitehaven, and parked at Kells in a none-too-cheery looking and fairly deserted area. We ascertained that the museum had indeed closed. Dad and Ray took a walk to the seafront, in the interests of doing something given that we’d driven all the way there. On reflection – or possibly through subsequently contacting his business partner Steve – Dad discovered that it was the wrong museum altogether anyway. I forget the name of the actual mining museum that’s still open, somewhere else in Cumbria. A trip for another day.
We were keen not to just go straight back to the holiday let, but none of us fancied Whitehaven for a day out so someone – Mum, probably – came up with the idea of visiting
Muncaster Castle. We’d never been there as a family on previous Lakes holidays, probably because it would have seemed too far over to the west to make the journey, but as we were already over in that direction it seemed like the opportunity. We spent an enjoyable few hours there walking in the grounds and attending a falconry display. The rhododendrons were in fantastic colour.
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| Barn owl and its handler |
On the return journey, Dad made the surprising decision to take the route over
Hardknott and
Wrynose Passes. To pinch a quote from Wikipedia:
“[Hardknott Pass], which is the most direct route from the central Lake District to West Cumbria, shares the title of steepest road in England [my emphasis] with Rosedale Chimney Bank in North Yorkshire. It has a maximum gradient of 1 in 3 (about 33%).”
Dad admitted afterwards to having forgotten what the road was like (“I hadn’t!” put in Mum) and his large automatic Volvo proved not too well suited to it. I’ve never driven an automatic car so am not sure whether it’s possible to override the automatic aspect to get the same effect as putting a manual transmission into a low gear. The length of the car was also a problem on the hairpin bends and it was looking to those of us cowering in the back as though we were only just making it around them without getting stuck.
Postscript, re Hardknott’s ‘sister’ steepest road: Mum did once drive down
Rosedale Chimney Bank during a holiday in the North York Moors in 1989. She hadn’t known it was coming up so there hadn’t been time to prepare, but notes that at one point the steepness of the descent was such that she lost sight of the car’s bonnet. I don’t recall much in terms of drama, though, so she must have kept a pretty cool head. We were heading for the village of
Rosedale Abbey, where we had tea in a café where both of us remember being served by a child on roller skates.
Wednesday 24 April
Dave, Hazel, Dad and Nia went off to climb
Haystacks, Nia having been keen for another, more grown up, hill walk. Mum, Ray and I took the two younger children to the same playground in
Fitz Park in Keswick that we went to on last year’s trip. They seemed to enjoy themselves and we had tea and cake in the café.
In the evening, Ray and I went for a walk to look for evidence of the old railway line that used to carry the
Cockermouth, Keswick and Penrith Railway. We walked out of Braithwaite to the north and crossed the A66, then turned down the drive to Braithwaite Farm. After passing the various buildings we carried straight on along a footpath. We passed what used to be Braithwaite station building, now a private house.
The Wikipedia page has a photograph of it looking rather more derelict back in the 1970s. There are some earlier pictures
here.
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| The former station building at Braithwaite |
Between Braithwaite and Keswick, the route of the old railway can be seen on Google Maps as per this snip (beyond Braithwaite, the track bed is used by the A66). However, there proved a limit to what we could see on the ground: this photo was taking looking towards the old railway embankment – the line of trees – but we couldn’t see that there was any public access to it.
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| Looking towards the railway embankment |
We turned north along a beck for a while before crossing back over the A66 at
Thornthwaite and returning to Braithwaite along the road. Ray clocked the campsite at Lanefoot Farm as one possibly worth future investigation for possible trips in his camper.
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| Church at Thornthwaite |
Our route in red:
Thursday 25 April
Ray and I spotted
Dalehead Tarn on the OS map and decided to do a walk to it, in the interests of having a tarn walk. We parked in the car park by the
Honister Slate Mine and took the footpath leading north towards
Dale Head. However, it was a colder day than the rest of the week had been and we were decidedly chilly by the time we were about halfway, so after a brief sit, abandoned locating the tarn and returned to the car.
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| The Honister Slate Mine |
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| Moody view |
On the way back, we visited
Lingholm and had a warm drink in the lovely café there (in fact we snuck back for brunch the following morning, before leaving the Lakes), as well as a look around the walled garden. We had a wander down to the lakeshore via a snoop at
a lovely-looking new holiday let that was under construction at the time.
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| The Boathouse, Lingholm |
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| The jetty at Lingholm |
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| Ray reading about Beatrix Potter |
In the evening, we had a family meal at the
Coledale Inn to mark our last day.
