Ennerdale-not Emmerdale

"I'm a commercial artist" replied the bloke from Chicago sat opposite me at the breakfast table this morning.Barbara,the landlady,had asked him what he did for a living.When he finished talking,I nodded knowingly,pretending that I knew what the heck a commercial artist is. I was tempted to ask him if it involved painting pictures of offices but at 7.30am I was unsure as to whether that joke was actually funny and even if it was funny,would he get it. As I was unsure on both counts,I decided to just act like I knew everything there was to know about commercial artists. We arrived at St Bees at about 10.15am and after the obligatory dipping of the feet in the Irish Sea,we set off. It seemed slow going at first as we followed the coastline but by 1.30pm we were already half way to Ennerdale Bridge.This was despite a small extension to our route after we took a wrong turning.Navigation still isn't my strong point. The toughest part of the day was a 50 minute climb up Dent Fell,but the views at the top was worth it. Aided by a fair wind,we arrived in Ennerdale at 5.15pm,luckily just in time to watch the England gamem Leonie was delighted! I actually only watched the first half before we got a lift to the pub where I refuelled with some great food washed down with a pint of Ennerdale Copper. We were very lucky with the weather today,only brief showers.For our next stage to Rosthwaite tomorrow,I don't think we will be so lucky. In honour of Harry Hill's TV Burp,here is a new feature to the blog........C2C random brief conversation of the day!Jon (as we passed St Bees lighthouse): When you see a lighthouse,what film do you think of? Leonie: Err,The Fog.What about you? Jon: Pete's Dragon. On that note,I shall depart and prep my feet for tomorrow's 14 miler.