Tuesday 14 June
We’d decided to split the holiday between two campsites in order to explore more of the national park, and our time at Thirlmere was up. We’d seen the eastern side of the Lake District, from Windermere to Keswick and the surrounding fells and lakes, and the second campsite at Eskdale would be a gateway to the less accessible and in my opinion more dramatic mountains of the southwest.
We folded the tent up, helped mum, dad and Angus pack the awning into the van and set off north just as some fighter jets roared over the valley. After a picturesque 10-minute drive we stopped at Keswick for fuel and a meal deal, then headed through the bustling town and south along the Borrowdale road that twists along the eastern bank of the mountain-backed, island-spangled Derwentwater. Our first stop was the Bowder Stone, set south of the lake in the wide, wild Borrowdale valley.
Bowder Stone
We parked sneakily in a roadside pull-in and took a wide footpath into some woodland. It was a short, leafy walk past a couple of small climbing crags to the Bowder Stone. Owned by the National Trust, the stone is a huge boulder randomly plonked in the “jaws of Borrowdale”, the narrowest point of the valley, which stands 15m wide and 9m high – about twice as high as a two-storey house. It’s thought to be the result of an enormous rock fall from one of the high crags above and, situated in an open clearing amongst thriving woodland, is quite a striking feature, perched seemingly on its smallest edge. An oddly in-keeping metal staircase granted us access to the top and we wished we’d brought a bouldering mat and some shoes – it’s clearly a popular destination, with two overhanging faces and some amenable, chalky holds.
After a brief loiter around the boulder, we returned to the car and continued southwest through the immense Borrowdale valley, tucked between high, lumpy fells spattered with sheep, rocks and that kind of rugged grass that can grow anywhere. Drystone walls lined the road, which was narrow, twisty and disconcertingly steep at times, and the relatively flat belly of the valley was filled by lush, green grazing land and more verdant woodland. We drove through the tiny villages of Rosthwaite, Borrowdale and Seatoller, all lined up along the single road giving access between the hills, and stopped after a considerable climb at Honister Slate Mine, situated high up at the head of Honister Pass.
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Honister Slate Mine
We parked in the large car park overlooking Honister Pass and admired the creative slate sculptures dotted around, then wandered into the shop. It was filled with all sorts of lovely art, homeware (I hate that word) and Lake District related things, and an interesting little “museum” in a side corridor told stories of the mine. We watched through a window as some stonemasons hammered, cut and polished slate in their workshop, then bought a little vase sculpture as a souvenir.
Back outside, we walked over to the head of Honister Pass to take in the view and reminisce about that time the van overheated climbing the hill we were stood on, then got a puncture on the way back down. The slate mine is perched at the head of the valley, right on the brow between the Borrowdale and Buttermere Fells, and it offers stunning views over some of the wildest, least accessible hills in the National Park. In my opinion Honister Pass is the single most striking road in England: set in the bottom of a wide, symmetrical V, it snakes deftly between towering valley sides of hardy grass, purplish brown heather, bare rock and loose slate, and runs parallel to a lively, rocky stream. The pictures speak for themselves:
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Crummock Water, Woodhouse Islands
After a good gawp we returned to Scabbers and pootled on down the Pass, taking in the immense scale and majesty of everything except ourselves and stopping only to tell an American mini driver that their bulging tyre was on the brink of a blowout. At the end of the valley we tried to stop in the pretty village of Buttermere but the car park was full, so we carried on and found a roadside parking spot by Crummock Water. Being a scheduled “rest day”, we took some camping chairs, books and snacks down to the large grassy area by the water’s edge to relax for a little while. It couldn’t be more idyllic, with the large, glassy lake sat beneath rugged, green-brown sides of rolling fells and a strip of tall pines half-concealing the road.
“Relax” isn’t a skill I have in my arsenal, so after finishing my sandwich I ran back to the car to get some swim stuff. I stepped down onto the narrow pebble beach and crept into the cold water in my usual manner – very reluctantly – to the amusement of a couple sat under a nearby oak tree. Eventually my vital organs came to terms with the temperature and I swam across to a tiny wooded island about 50m from the shore, circumnavigated it, and beached myself quite ungracefully amongst the poo of what must have been a hundred geese. Leaving a lonely, tattered football in situ under a tree, I slipped back into the water, did the same with an adjacent, smaller, equally as pooey island and swam back to the bank, proclaiming the mildly infuriating adage “it’s lovely once you’re in”. I tried to convince Ryan to have a swim, as I normally do – with consistent unsuccess – when we’re near any kind of water body, but he was too busy perusing the fish pages of my Collins wildlife guide.
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I shivered into my fleecey drying robe and we packed up and left our lovely, quiet spot, commenting on how – for one day – our holiday style had progressed to that of an old, retired couple, but it had been “quite nice actually”. We drove along the length of Crummock Water on a narrow road still nestled between high fells, which gradually shrank and flattened to farmland as we headed north away from the heart of the National Park. We arrived in Cockermouth after a 25-minute drive and stopped at Lidl for supplies. It felt surreal that we’d just been immersed in a beautiful, untamed hinterland of mountains, valleys and lakes, yet suddenly we were surrounded by the mundane reality of supermarket aisles and school runs.
Blakely Raise Stone Circle
We flew around the shop and left Cockermouth for our next campsite in Eskdale. This would involve an hour-long drive down the western edge of the Lakes, which we decided to break up with a flying visit to the en route Blakely Raise stone circle, which was marked on my road atlas. We headed south for 20 minutes on the A5086, gazing longingly to our left at the long chain of undulating peaks in the middle of the National Park; it was so strange how suddenly they seemed to start and end, separated from us by a stretch of absurdly normal-looking arable and grazing land. We re-entered the Lakes at Ennerdale Bridge, went over a cattle grid and found ourselves driving through rolling, open moorland, reminiscent of Dartmoor or the eastern Brecon Beacons.
We found the stones shortly after driving onto the moor. I mean no disrespect to Blakely Raise Stone Circle and I’m sure it has a long and fascinating past (in writing this post I read about its Bronze Age history and questionably reliable “reconstruction” in 1925), but we found it hilariously underwhelming. Perhaps the bar had been set by our visit to Keswick’s impressive Castlerigg a couple of days before, or perhaps because we live near Stonehenge, I’d expected at least a stone as tall as me. Instead we found eleven granite stones (“pebbles” would be a tad too harsh) peeking surreptitiously above tufty, moorland grass in a circle about 15m across, the tallest a metre high and most of them barely a foot. To its credit the setting was stunning, backed by vast, wild fells.
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Eskdale
We continued south down the western edge of the Lakes. It was a lovely, scenic drive across open moor with wonderful views over the hills, and as we looked beyond the land across a deep blue sea we caught a glimpse of the Isle of Man. We cut back inland at a pretty, pastoral village called Gosforth, and as we approached Eskdale the hills grew, the roads narrowed and we lost phone signal.
We arrived at the National Trust campsite about 5pm. It was a lovely spot, set in the Eskdale valley amongst wild fells and lush woodland, and to us it was 5-star luxurious, contained by oaks and drystone walls with a large, clean toilet/shower block, a little shop, plenty of space between pitches, neatly cut grass and a tarmac drive. It felt as if the rest of the world no longer existed. We found mum, dad and Angus pitched by the entrance, pitched our tent and set about cooking dinner: my signature Thai green curry. Needless to say it went down a storm.
That evening we went for a walk through the picture-postcard village of Boot, where little stone cottages and flower-filled gardens made us wonder what on earth we were doing not living there. It had a pub, a shop and a working water mill, no main roads, and was set beneath a high ridge that seemed to protect the village from the bleak wilderness of the high fells to the north. We walked below and parallel to this ridge along a disused railway which seemed to have been taken over by nature, where birdsong filled the air and all kinds of plants grew anywhere and everywhere. We ended up at the small, pretty Dalegarth station, where the Eskdale railway still operates trains between this other-worldly place and Ravenglass on the west coast, then headed back to the campsite along the quiet country lane we’d driven in on.
Back at the campsite we sat in the awning, drank tea and gin (not together) and swapped details of our travels since Thirlmere. We were all very taken by the quiet, south-western Lake District.
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