Daniel had a dream, and visions passed through his mind....
As I (Daniel) looked, thrones were set in place, and the Ancient of Days took his seat.
His clothing was as white as snow;
the hair of his head was white like wool.
His throne was flaming with fire, and its wheels were all ablaze.
A river of fire was flowing, coming out from before him.
Thousands upon thousands attended him;
ten thousand times ten thousand stood before him.
The court was seated,
and the books were opened.
Daniel 7:9-10
Memories of England's Coast-to-Coast Walk Monday 11th July, 2005
Today was our first day of hiking.... and we got lost almost as soon as we set out!
Here is hubby's daily diary.....
Today was our first day of hiking.... and we got lost almost as soon as we set out!
Here is hubby's daily diary.....
Day 3 St Bees - Ennerdale Bridge
After a huge English breakfast
of sausages, bacon, eggs, black pudding, fried tomatoes, toast and a pot of tea
plus fruit, yoghurt and cereal if we wanted it, we stood by the fence opposite
Tomlin House. Irene, our hostess, took a photo of the three of us as we set out
on our long journey from the Irish Sea to the North Sea .
I was using Wainwright’s pictorial
guide, “A Coast to Coast Walk” along with strip maps to guide us on our way.
The morning was clear and
warm as we set off at 9:30 a.m. along a lane next to St. Bees School and then
we followed the railway line. My first
mistake was to cost over one and a half hours of extra hiking, plus scratched
legs. We crossed the railway line too early, then proceeded to a creek lined
with nettles which we crossed with much difficulty, eventually taking off our
hiking shoes, wading through the freezing water barefoot, and scrambling up a
slippery bank on the other side.
We were hot and sweaty as we hiked on, skirting a field full of young heifers who followed us as we slipped and stumbled for about 1 km along the creek bed, close to the barbwire fence. After some time we could no longer continue with the nettles thick and waist-high, so we retraced our stumbles and walked across a field to finally link up with a road.
It was a very sweaty, hot day and we were constantly replenishing our water bottles from creeks and rivers.
The day’s walk took us slowly uphill away from the coast to reachEnnerdale Bridge
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| This is a map of our full journey. Today we would cover the first section starting on the west coast of England. |
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| Our journey, as the bird flies, was 13 miles today. But for us, what with getting lost, and having the ups and downs of mountains to traverse, it would perhaps have been an 18 mile hike or more. |
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| The three of us pose outside Tomlin House, St Bees as we set off on our 200 mile walk, which would in fact be a good deal more than 200 miles! |
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| We are not lost anymore! |
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| Hiking under a blue sky |
We were hot and sweaty as we hiked on, skirting a field full of young heifers who followed us as we slipped and stumbled for about 1 km along the creek bed, close to the barbwire fence. After some time we could no longer continue with the nettles thick and waist-high, so we retraced our stumbles and walked across a field to finally link up with a road.
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| Jonathan fills our water-bottles |
It was a very sweaty, hot day and we were constantly replenishing our water bottles from creeks and rivers.
The day’s walk took us slowly uphill away from the coast to reach
We slept well, our 2 tents
set under the shade of oak trees. My
pedometer recorded 17.8 miles for the day.
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| Jonathan pitches Dave and Denise's tent, before pitching his own tent. Thanks Jonathan! |
