|Still wearing winter colours. Lovely though, even in the mist.|
|Approaching Leighton Reservoir - and the mist refuses to burn off.|
|Looking over the side of the dam.|
Sat 5th April I decided to follow this route: Walking Englishman - Sutton Bank, Whitestone Cliff and Cold Kirby, except I started from the Sutton Bank visitors centre, not Cold Kirby. The advantages are toilets, coffee and cake, the disadvantages are the parking costs. I really enjoyed this walk. Somehow or other I managed to do 12 miles in 5 hours, including stops, which is not like me at all. I blame it on the rambling club that were following me at the start. They were making a right racket, and although I stopped to take some photo’s and wait for them to pass, they stopped as well. I felt harrassed! I belted off again to get some distance between us, and sort of kept up the pace from there. Me legs didn’t half hurt the next day though.
|Whitestone Cliff or White Mare Crag and...........|
|Gormire Lake have their own legends, as can be read here: Mysterious Britain - White Mare Crag and Gormire Lake|
|An amazing tree, still growing despite being snapped in half.|
|A lovely wide, grassy path along the edge of the Hambleton Hills|
|The lunchtime view.|
Tue 8th April This was a little walk to test the idea of walking after work. I finished at 5pm, Peter picked me up and we drove out to Leighton Reservoir to see if we could walk around it. I was trying to work out a route of about 5 miles. I have to confess that Peter took the photographs, as I forgot me camera.
Sat 12th April saw me attempt a walk out from Gayle in the Dales to Dodd Fell Hill and Wether Fell, (another route from the Walking Englishman) There are no photos, and there is nothing to report except it was a lot wetter than I had hoped. Actually it was an absolute washout. The weatherman said it would clear up in the afternoon, so I waited until 2pm to start the walk. The rain got harder the higher I went, and it wasn't until I'd reached a little bit of a ridge and the wind was blowing wet needles so hard into my face that I couldn't open my eyes, and all of my clothes were drenched through to the skin that I decided it wasn't to be. Sadly, I turned around and walked back to the car. Very disappointed.