Day 1...

The start at St bees was a lovely climb, which got windier and windier, then wetter and wetter until we had hailstones blowing horizontal trying to push us sideways into the hill.

As we turned inland the weather gradually got better until the sun came out.  It was at this point the fun and games started!

"Robin Gibb" appeared from a very strange direction saying "don't go that way". Our mantra became "ah, ah, ah, ah, staying alive, staying alive..."  accompanied by lots of giggles!

We encountered RG and his wife several times that day, mostly when he'd gone wrong.

By the end of the day his poor suffering wife seemed to have disowned him and decided to take over the route finding. (In other words followed everyone else!)

The views from dent hill were stunning, good weather was followed by an excruciating downhill, very steep and ankle-turning!

The walk into ennerdale bridge was long and tiring for the first day, we saw a few people stopped to brew up by the path, a farmer on his quad bike looking for his herd of cows (which we found later 2 valleys further on! )

It was lovely to see Les wandering up the path to meet us, and then even nicer to get the soggy boots off and down a pint...

The campsite in St Bees was fab, in the garden of Stonehouse farm.  Hot showers, stones throw from the pub and really friendly, even offered to dry our boots for us.