Walking in France; Le Pont-Chretien-Chabanet

Knackered from travelling most of the day before and very little sleep on the overnight ferry due to losing an hour to the time difference and quite possibly drinking beer until 1:30am, we decided to make use of a card detailing a variety of walking routes we found in the gite.

Le Pont Chretien-Chabanet, where we were staying, is a lovely part of rural France, in the Indre Department near La Brenne National Parc- the ‘land of a thousand lakes’. Our gite was rustic but charming, part of a converted mill with its own balcony overlooking a stream.

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Race Report- the X-Runner Wild Warrior

I was out of control, sliding fast towards the murky water with no way of stopping or slowing down. With a huge splash, I was under- opening my eyes a little I could see nothing but dark brown. I could feel the water enter my nose and choking on it I started to feel disorientated. For a brief second I felt panic, but told myself to just relax and let myself float up to the surface. Eventually my head broke free and I started swimming to the muddy water’s edge, fingers trailing slimy weed with each stroke.

I was undertaking the X-runner Wild Warrior obstacle race- doing one of these bad boys has been on my bucket list for some time so when a work colleague started recruiting a team to tackle it I let myself be roped in.

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I’m Off to France!

The time has flown by since completing the Coast to Coast (did I mention that? 🙂 ) and we are just about entering Autumn… so we can look forward to dark nights, cold wet weather and copious amounts of mud…

But all’s not doom and gloom… I am about to embark on one last adventure before Autumn tightens its misty grip.

I am going to France! Helen and I are staying in a gite and plan on doing plenty of local walks. It won’t be mountainous where we’re going but I am sure it will be lovely.

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Coast to Coast- Equipment List

Equipment Carried

  • Osprey Rucksack (borrowed!)
  • 2 litre bladder
  • Pair of Komperdell trekking poles
  • GPS unit
  • Canon DSLR

Clothes

  • Merrell Capra Gore Tex Womens boots (I asked my sister to bring my walking shoes with them to Kirkby Stephen to give me the option of changing but decided to stick with the boots)
  • 4 pairs of Bridgdale walking socks, exchanged for another 4 at Kirkby Stephen
  • 2 pairs of Go Outdoors convertible walking trousers, exchanged for another 2 at Kirkby Stephen

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Coast to Coast- Thoughts in Conclusion

The Walk
… was fantastic. It was so varied- I walked across mountains, moorland, flat farm land, through pretty villages, past ancient monuments and along the coast. There was something of interest or some superb scenery every day. I would thoroughly recommend it to anyone but with a caveat- doing the Coast to Coast as your first long distance walk may raise your expectations so that your enjoyment of other walks is slightly spoilt!

I never realised just how many lovely areas there are for walking in the north of England and would love to go back to places like the Howgills, Pennines and the Yorkshire Dales to explore them further.

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Once again I woke to rain, and hoped it would clear. I had breakfast with the other couple round the big farm table and we discussed the price of wool with Judith, as you do; it appears that imports of cheap foreign wool have hit UK sheep farmers hard and some years they are lucky to break even after shearing costs. I also learnt that it takes approximately five minutes to shear each sheep- the actual shearing can be done in around one and a half minutes, catching and ‘setting up’ the sheep takes the rest of the time. Judith described stuffing the boots of blistered walkers with wool to get them to Robin Hood’s Bay and we felt that there could well be a market for this!

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I woke to the depressing sound of rain against my window and as I gathered my stuff together and went down for breakfast felt really tired, and my feet were aching again. I had fresh blisters which I dressed with compeed; although I had a shorter day today I still had 18 miles to cover and wasn’t particularly relishing it. In fact walking was the last thing I felt like doing!

Everyone at breakfast was a Coast to Coaster, mainly Australian, and it was good to have people to chat with again. I reluctantly left the pub and walked up the road in the rain towards Fat Betty, a squat stone round topped cross half painted white. It is a tradition that walkers leave and take a food offering so I swapped some flapack for a packet of crisps.

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I woke feeling better than I had for a few days, and although I had a 21 mile day ahead of me it was nice to linger over breakfast with Helen. She walked the first bit of the route with me towards Arncliffe Woods, then, purchasing a large flapjack from an honesty box, I disappeared into the woods whilst she made her way back to the inn and her motorbike.

After the first steep climb to there is a wide-reaching view back across the Vale of Mowbray towards Richmond, the hazy blue outline of the Dales just visible beyond.

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I awoke feeling really tired and my feet were aching already. I definitely wasn’t feeling up to tackling today’s longest stage at 23 miles, although it is also the flattest day. I don’t think it helped that I wasn’t particularly relishing the walk as I felt that it would be the least interesting day- a trudge across flat fields, farmlands and roads across the Vale of Mowbray. But the Vale must be crossed to reach the rolling Cleveland Hills so after a rather strange continental breakfast- with no croissants in sight- it was time to don the boots and descent Richmond’s cobbled streets to the river with the castle standing sentinel.

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I was rather apprehensive about today’s walk as it was a long one. Most people take two days to walk from Keld to Richmond- overnight in Reeth- but I had decided to attempt the 21 miles in one day.

I had breakfast early and was on the road just after eight. Reaching the junction of the Coast to Coast and the Pennine Way near an impressive waterfall, I was then faced with a choice of taking either the higher route through the remains of lead mines or the lower route along the River Swale.

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