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Showing posts with label base camp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label base camp. Show all posts

Saturday, 1 November 2014

Decent Crumpet



We partake in our usual amble along the Langdale Valley which I think will be more than enough for the old man, Doggo. I forget about the two huge stiles we’re going to have to lift both the dogs over. 

After a three mile amble to Elterwater we consider refreshments at the Britannia, which as usual is a no go. Absolutely rammed full of tourists. There is a new café opposite it though based in the old post office, which not only has plenty of space, it accepts muddy dogs and serves a mean crumpet.

Refreshed we amble onwards to the Wainwrights in Chapel Stile for a slightly below bar Snecklifter. So we head back towards base camp and head into the Sticklebarn, not really hoping for much because the place hasn’t been any good for a few years now. Tonight though, it has not one but two good beers. Coniston Old Man which is good and Scary Man from Long Man which is even better. Bit of a ‘man’ theme going on here. Although had I known that Long Man was all the way from Sussex I might have been less keen. For the first time in years we stay all evening and eat there. Food was decent too.

It’s raining again as we head back to camp, so it’s not looking too good for tomorrows ten miler.

(Saturday 1st November)

Friday, 14 October 2011

Base Camp Cwmbran

We head off to base camp for our assault on Cardiff and get seriously delayed on the way. The A40 isn’t moving at all and has according to the traffic websites a three hour delay. So we detour through some very narrow lanes and eventually Abergavenny. At least we see the sights.

We are actually staying in Upper Cwmbran and our cottage resides on mountain road. I guess it’s going to be that unmarked one snaking steeply up the mountain. Yep.

It’s a nice cottage with a wonderful stone staircase with a polished wooden landing which makes an ideal launching pad for the dogs to plummet headlong down the stairs. Not for us at home I think, on H&S grounds. We have a choice of bedrooms, upstairs or down. We choose upstairs, perhaps for entertainment value.



Then we head off to the dog friendly Bush Inn. Our narrow lane, mountain road, is quite a scary experience to drive up or down, but it's a positively death defying experience to walk down when you meet something like a tractor coming along it, especially in the dark. The cottage supplies a torch, which is quite literally a life saver.

The Bush Inn maybe dog friendly but I think with a Rock n Roll band playing tonight its better if we stay outside. Good job we’re still having such tropical weather. They serve us homemade pizza, with proper Italian style dough, and beer from Caerphilly. Which isn’t bad although L prefers the wine.

(Friday 14th October)