If you happened to live in Rydal in late Medieval times; and died, and you wanted to be buried you would have to hope that some happy, fit sole would carry you (of course ideally in a coffin, although legend would have it that bodies were wrapped in sheep’s fleece), along the Coffin Road to the church which is in Grasmere village, a good couple of miles away.
The track is uneven and in places difficult to walk along, never mind carry the lately deceased. Even today there are the odd coffin stones still in place, allowing the coffins to be put down and the men to have a quick breather.
This is one of my favourite walks and the one chosen with my big sister and mum the day after Boxing Day.
We parked at White Moss; this reduces the initial climb slightly, up and onto the Coffin Road, the road (which is a track), is then level, above the side of Rydal Water.
Half way along the track is a coffin stone, now happily made into a seat, to rest and look across Rydal Water to the fells beyond.
You then drop down to Rydal, a small hamlet, where William Wordsworth lived for some time, across the road and along the water edge back towards White Moss.
It only takes a couple of hours but I love it. Ellie came along, met lots of people, and other dogs, nearly went in the water, but thought better of it. Then slept all the way home.