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Category Archives: Coast to Coast
OH NO! The Urgent Text From Home: Day 4: Walking Across England: Coast to Coast
Day 4: Grasmere to Patterdale: 8.5 Miles At Grasmere, we stay at an Glenthorne Inn run by Quakers. And I need to say that it was one of the few places along the trail that agreed to do laundry. While … Continue reading
Posted in A Laugh, Change, Coast to Coast, England, Humor, Traveling
Tagged C2C, Coast to Coast, England, Grasmere, honesty box, Hospitality, Kidsty Pike, Patterdale, plumber, where to do laundry
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“You Said To Turn Here!” Day 3: Walking Across England: Coast to Coast
Day 3: Stonethwaite to Grasmere: 9 Miles The Magic Little Pillow helped, but it takes a bit more stretching today to get all the body parts moving in the same direction. After a hearty English breakfast (that includes Black pudding–which … Continue reading
Posted in A Laugh, Change, Coast to Coast, England, Humor, Traveling
Tagged Coast to Coast, England, Grasmere, Helm Crag, high road vs low road, How to cross a bog, Stedman's book, Stonethwaite, trekking poles, Wainright
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I Found the Stairway to Heaven: Day 2: Walking Across England: Coast to Coast
Lumbering side to side like a baboon because… my back is so tight, I’m desperate for blankets and pillows to bolster my body. But inside the Inn’s slim amoire, there is only one teeny weeny pillow. The kind a designer would … Continue reading
What Had I Done to Myself? Walking Across England-Coast to Coast
There’s no reason to Panic I keep telling myself. Over and over. It all started about a thousand years ago when I was 28. I was going to walk over the spine of England (North to South on the Pennine … Continue reading