Well today has been by far the longest day, both for me, with my four legs, and him with his thick head from too much R and R in the Travellers in Glenridding. Slow climbing up Boardale Hause, him slow through alcohol abuse, his sister Julia just slow, i reach Angle Tarn before them.
Waiting to take a swim. Finally they arrive, and i take the plunge. At 1600 ft it's not the highest swim ( remember Grisedale ) but pleasant enough.
Onwards and upwards it's a long climb to the highest point of the walk Kidsty Pike at 2560 ft. Here i am at the top, i wonder if I'm the highest dog in the country.
Now you see the strangest things. Coming down from Kidsty Pike towards Haweswater, there's a digger repairing the fell. It's only Simon Mallinson's Irish cousins !!!
On and on eight and a half hours after we set off and we arrive at Shap, here we are by it's ruined abbey. Ruined as the result of Henry the VIII marital problems. Set in the wooded valley of the River Lowther it's still pleasant to the eye after all these years.
So it's farewell to glorious Lakeland hills, fells, crags and water. Now it's on the level of Eden Valley towards the Yorkshire Dales.