Day 6 Coast to Coast Burbank to Orton

Day 6 pictures
In spite of the camp stretcher, well folding bed anyway, I slept reasonably well.
I'm not so sure about Arrienne and Peter however.

Who hogged all the covers?

Breakfast was the usual full English for those that wanted, and we looked out on the rain falling.
Anton our host regaled us with the way to make the best pastry for a pie, not exactly scintillating conversation for breakfast.
Pen, his wife had done all our washing and overnight dried it, which was above and beyond the call of duty.
Most things were dry, even our boots, well almost.
We finally set off for Burbanks and our walk was down a particularly narrow lane lined with stinging nettles.
It soon improved, crossed the River Lowther on a quaint old bridge, then along the river edge.
We met a flock of sheep just after a gate and had a great demonstration of working sheep dogs handling them. The sheep had all come from paint ball skirmishing and by the look of them they weren't very good.

Sheep on th move

The weather looked bad with dark clouds and threatened, however we managed to walk much of the morning without jackets.

 

Shap Abbey

The navigation had some issues, with some corrective work needed, however we made good time and had morning tea a Shap Abbey, a ruin, destroyed at the time of Henry 8th.
From there a short walk to Shap a pretty little town, where we suffered quite a good cup of coffee.
At this stage the sun was shining, so I am not sure why we were sheltering in a coffee house that was so grossly over-heated I had to leave, as the sweat poured off my face
After Shap came the crossing of our first big motorway, the M6.
From there it was circuiting around and across our first moor like landscape, at which time the weather deteriorated, with gusting wind and some rain.
We thought our luck had changed and the prospect of dry feet looked glum, however it cleared a bit and we staggered on.

Walk into Orton

Orton , our destination, is yet another quaint English town, and is noted for its chocolate factory.
The rain had reappeared so we stopped looking for chocolates and looked for our B and B instead.
Our host, not terribly welcoming, greeted us at the front door and directed us to the side door!
Our room is large and I don't have the camp bed, though we do have a shared bathroom, with other walkers.
They do have wi-fi, however don't know the password.
I suggest that I may be able to help, and luckily have them on line quickly. The password is on the back of the wireless router.
Dinner at the George Arms, the only eating place in town and it's Wednesday Pie Special night, for the princely sum of five pounds.
Tomorrow Kirkby Stephens where we stay two nights