|Cross Keys Inn is white. We're going right at the bin.|
We drove out and parked next to the Cross Keys, (the white building in the picture) which is a "temperance" non alcoholic inn I didn't know such places existed. It has it's own history here.
|Over the bridge into another world|
We walked across the floor of the valley, (another one created by a glacier) towards the waterfall. Like the bottom of High Cup, the ground is mostly wet, with loads of little springs appearing, rushing and bubbling to join the main stream, Cautley Holme Beck,. The sounds of becks and streams and running water was constant from this point forward. Wherever we went on this walk, there was the rush and bubble, trickle and gurgle of water near by.
We could see the Spout from way back, and it just got more and more impressive as we got closer. According to Wiki, it's the highest cascade waterfall above ground, falling a total of 650ft. Not deliberate, but we picked a really good day to see it because it had been raining for two days previous and there was plenty of water gushing over the top.
|The top falls at Cautley Spout. Amazing|
|View from the top|
|Red Gill Beck|
At the the top we continued the walk mapped out by the Walking Englishman, but we took a wrong turn. Very happily we decided later, because we ended up following Red Gill Beck and then Force Gill Beck to Bram Rigg Top. And we loved it. It felt truly wild and untouched.
From there we followed the "highway" (an obviously well used, gravelled path) to the trig point at the top of The Calf. It felt like being on top of the world. I knew we were high up, cos everything else was below us. We could see as far out as Morecombe Bay on the West coast, across as far as Pen-Y-Ghent in the South East, with the Howgill Fells to the North and East of us. Magnificent!
And the Howgills are magnificent. The name Howgill apparently comes from Old Norse. "Huagr" means hill and "Gil"means narrow valley. And that is exactly what they are, a series of hills and valleys. They've been described as sleeping elephants. If so, the sleeping beasts are covered in quilts - there aren't any real cliffs to these hills, they appear like rolls of dough. But boy, are those slopes steep! Even the sheep struggled to get up them. There is very little life about, just swathes of grass and sheep.....and water! You'd think it would drain off down the steep slopes, but no, we got wet feet up there too. No matter, the views were breathtaking.
Walking on, we once again we took a wrong turn, or in this case a wrong straight. That is, we walked little further along the top of the hill than intended and ended up getting down using the channel gouged out by some unnamed beck, mostly on my bottom. (Not totally true, but we did need sticks to keep us upright, and they didn't always succeed in my case.)
Info from Peter: Route & directions. and Peter's journal entry