Grasmere walk: A walk to the wild side
Day 5 of our winter walk across The Lake District and we find ourselves leaving behind the towns and villages to walk into a wilder place. A mile or so beyond Grasmere, we cross a fell gate and enter another Lake District. This place looks different, feels different and even has its own language. And we wonder if we’ve stumbled into the wild heart of Cumbria or just got lost in the mist?
Lost? We’re not lost
“It says to turn right at the clump of rushes,” says Matthew pausing in a puddle.
I look around and say nothing. There are no rushes. There are wintery wisps of fern, sodden bogs of moss and lots of low hanging cloud. But no rushes.
“What are rushes?” asks Cameron.
I’m not sure if we’re on the right route but we’re not lost, although Kirstie doesn’t seem to understand the distinction.
“If there are no rushes and you don’t know where we are, we are lost,” she announces.
I’m not going to start an argument. The boys have done that already. But I understand the reaction; this is a visceral place and evokes strong reactions. Fear, anxiety, peace, inspiration, joy – they’re all much closer here, away from the distractions of civilisation.
Welcome to a wild place
Our Stagepath leaflet did warn us this section of the walk, from Grasmere to Thirlmere, was a little trickier than the others. After leaving Grasmere it’s a wilder walk; there are no more towns, villages or pie shops until Keswick. And in places the path is less obvious too; like on this section heading up Steel fell.
The leaflet says we could walk up and over the fell if we so wanted, which would be a nice diversion if we could actually see where we were going. Still the weather adds to the atmosphere.
“We’re wandering lonely in the cloud.” I joke. No-one laughs.
“I think it’s this way” says Matthew trampling downhill through bracken. “It says to follow a sheep path to an obvious pile of rocks and a marshy hollow.”
“There are rocks almost everywhere,” says Kirstie.
And she’s right. But downhill makes good sense; out of the cloud and towards the bus route, which is never too far from view. At least when the cloud lifts. Which is why I say we’re not really lost.
Not that navigation isn’t without challenge here. We’re seeing the wilder side of Cumbria now. Fellside, crag and ghyll are our companions. And a few sheep. And many sheep paths. Some are distinct but others seem to be more a case of the boys discerning a trace of crushed bracken. It’s not easy to know which bits of crushed bracken are actually ‘a path’ nor which one of the many possibilities is the one we’re supposed to follow.
But it doesn’t seem to matter too much. There’s a mysterious sense of confidence that comes from following any trail of lightly crushed bracken. Suddenly you know you’re heading the right way, and for a moment all the instructions make sense. Personally I’m more reassured by the sight of a bus in the distance, chugging up Dunmail Raise towards the bus stop and old AA phone box that our instructions say we need to reach.
Navigating in another language
It’s not all vague instructions though. Some are very specific although not in a language that’s very familiar. Gone are the mentions of guest house and youth hostel, gone are the street names and directions to turn left here or take a sharp right there. Instead we must cross the fell, find a marshy hollow, join a green tractor track, skirt a glacial moraine, cross a minor ford, follow a wet track. These are the waymarkers of the Cumbrian fells.
Wild at heart
When we left Grasmere and walked through the fell gate into Green Burn Dale we entered another Lake District. This is where you walk in Wainwright country. This is where you get lost in Constable’s landscape. This is the Lake District of artists and poets, of Ruskin and Coleridge and Wordsworth. This is where we wander lonely as a crowd. And even in the wet, I like it; it moves me.
Lost or not, when you leave behind the towns, villages and tourists, you realise the real magic of this place. It is wild at heart and touches your soul.
Our thanks to Stagecoach Cumbria and North Lancashire for their help in bringing you this story.
Check out our Day 1: What? No Car? A Lake District Family Walking Tour
Check out our Day 2: Really Seeing The Lake District
Check out our Day 3: Walking in the footsteps of Poets: Rydal Hall Walk
Check out our Day 4: A walk back in time through Lake District history
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