tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22915329479871719012024-03-19T11:51:58.997+00:00Getting About a Bit - WalkingNot so young, and definitely not very fit, I love getting out in the sun and wind, and on the top of a hill somewhere. These are my walking stories. Well..... Mostly walking, there are few days out across the breadth of the UK thrown in too. Click on any picture to get a full screen size view. dittzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692360473584073575noreply@blogger.comBlogger147125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291532947987171901.post-19339595396567400862016-03-19T14:35:00.001+00:002016-03-20T20:30:20.609+00:00Underscar, overscar wandering free -ly to Castle Bolton on Valentines Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It must be something in our genes - the desire to wander and visit different places. It doesn't matter how we achieve it, either by visiting a town for the shopping experience or a country for a tourist experience, we all do it, looking for new ......... <br />
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It's probably down to our ancestry - our predecessors were nomadic, constantly on the move searching for fresh food sources. Though food is now in the nearest supermarket it doesn't take away the urge to find. It might be new comforts or friends, smells or tastes, sights, sounds or experiences, but we constantly search for more.</div>
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And it's our ancestry that inspires us to get to the top of the next hill - where else would you get the best view of the herds to hunt, the places to camp or see where wild barley is growing. We love the sight of a healthy wild landscape because once upon a time our lives depended on it.</div>
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That's what I think, anyway. Nowadays, the landscape isn't quite so wild, but it is still beautiful. And this little walk proves it. It's less than 6 miles and only 900ft of up, so not difficult and we chose a glorious Valentine's day to walk it. (See, my guy takes me to all the best places.)</div>
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We parked in a layby just at the top of Preston Scar, next to the quarry, and picked up the footpath along the top of Scarlet Wood. As soon as we emerged from the trees two things hit us. One was the wind, which was absolutely freezing, and I mean FREEZING! It was painful against any exposed skin, such as our faces. </div>
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And secondly, we were hit by the views. Quite wonderful. That's Penhill on the other side of Wensleydale. </div>
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And this is lower Wensleydale opening out before us, you can see Bolton Castle on the right</div>
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The ROW turns right just as you reach Redmire Scar, and there are many warnings from the Redmire Quarry company to keep out. This is probably for safety reasons, since the track runs alongside the quarry one side with Redmire Scar on the other - it's obvious many people ignore the signs.<br />
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We got back onto the ROW beneath Low Scar. It really was a beautiful day, the sky was so blue. </div>
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We then followed East Lane to get to village of Castle Bolton to have lunch in Bolton Castle - a warming bowl of leek and cabbage soup which steamed in the castle cafe despite the wood burner being fully stoked and roaring away. </div>
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After lunch we set off aiming for Redmire and caught sight of a dragon which guards the castle.</div>
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Luckily it ignored us, I think it had already caught someone, judging by the leg sticking out of its mouth.<br />
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A look back at the castle from the fields.</div>
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Our route took us through Redmire, to Wood End Lane and then up towards Preston-under-Scar, crossing the Redmire -Leeming Bar railway. </div>
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The bank above Preston-under-Scar was extremely steep and slippery. Better in the drier weather no doubt. The reward is more wonderful views as we got higher. This is Penhill (again), with Preston-under-Scar just below us.</div>
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And then, once at the top of the bank, it was just a short hop back to the car. </div>
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I have to say that this was a wonderful starter walk for our year, we are just testing our fitness levels and we couldn't have picked a better route or weather. Hopefully next weekend will be fine too and we we can test ourselves a little further.</div>
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Cautley Spout consists of a series of falls which tumble one after the other, combining to create the complete 650 ft high cascade waterfall. We've been before and I loved it the first time, so of course I was looking forward to seeing it again.</div>
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So today we did our leisurely Sunday morning thing and arrived to park near the Cross Keys Temperance Inn on the A683 at about 10.45. Once kitted up, we crossed the footbridge over the River Rawthey following the well worn path up to the waterfall. I loved the colours, rusty brown and the purple grey.<br />
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As we reached the base, we met a couple stood admiring this section of the falls. Being Mothers Day, a fell runner had brought his mum to see Cautley Spout before taking her out for dinner. They weren't going up any further, but he told us of a different route down from The Calf. The last time we'd gone up, we came down on our bottoms, so we thought it might be an idea to follow his suggestion. <br />
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There's a path all the way up the side of the falls, What I'd conveniently forgotten from last time was how steep the climb is. If I'd remembered, I might have decided I preferred to keep my lungs inside my chest cavity and stayed in bed!<br />
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It's difficult to see all of the falls in one go, here's a look down.<br />
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And this is about the longest stretch you can see in one go from the side. It's the top section, I think it's about 250ft - and quite stunning.<br />
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Equally fantastic is the view looking the other way. That's Cautley Home Beck on it's way to join the River Rawthey below us. </div>
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Patches of snow had started to appear by the time we reached the top of the falls. We'd chosen to follow Red Gill Beck and the Force Gill Beck up to the The Calf. We'd come this way last time and loved this section of the route. This is Red Gill Beck.<br />
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We stopped for lunch on Force Gill Beck.<br />
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It felt so wild and isolated. We'd not seen anyone since leaving the top of the waterfall. It seemed like we were hidden in this wonderful empty little valley. </div>
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The air was cold and still, the only sounds were the bubbly gurgle of the beck and the noise of our breathing. We didn't want to leave. But as the sun beamed down it warmed the air enough to wake the midges. That was incentive enough to move on.<br />
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Eventually we reached the super highway path from Calders to The Calf, and once again there were loads of other walkers about. In only a few minutes, we reached the trig point of The Calf, (676m or 2218ft). From here you can see Morecombe Bay and right across the Lake District.<br />
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The snow covered tops made for pleasing photographs. I like this one simply because of the curves in the hills and the way the sun plays on it.<br />
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Following the earlier advice of the fell runner, we followed the ROW down to the bottom of glacial valley of Bowderdale. Fortunately, a few more of the mad fell running society helped us out again. Because fell runners like to use the same routes as they train, they get to know them very well and can follow them even when there is thick snow on the ground as today.<br />
As we were walking down a couple of runners were coming up and it was their footprints that showed us the way down, otherwise we'd have been scuppered! We could have used Gizmo, or even a compass to work out where the path was, but fell runners are so much better. Thanks guys, whoever you were. (In all honesty, I am in awe at how fit these people are.)<br />
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Apparently the Howgills are older than both the Lakes or the Dales, and the reason they are so curvy is because they are made of a particularly hard gritstone that wears away evenly, but the valleys are glacial, which is why the sides are so steep. That explains it all then dunnit! This is Bowderdale.<br />
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Where Rams Gill meets Bowderdale Beck we turned South to walk updale to Bowderdale Head, the watershed where everything north runs into Bowderdale, and everything south runs into the Cautley Home Beck valley. From here, you get a final look at Cautley Spout before a steep descent into the valley and back to the car. 6 1/4 miles and somewhere around 1700ft of uppydownyness<br />
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We'd planned to do the same walk as last time. But our map of the route we did last time was wrong, because we'd gone the wrong way, so we had to remember where we'd gone wrong, so we could do it again. And then today we went a different way again, so that we didn't go the way we went last time at all, and our route map showing the new wrong way was wrong again. <br />
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But never mind, we found our way home in the end. <a href="http://dittzzy.blogspot.co.uk/2011/08/cautley-spout.html" target="_blank">Click on this link here to read about our last visit to Cautley Spout</a><br />
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Me n himself are just getting back into the walking thing. We’ve been out a few times (3), and are beginning to work up the miles and complete some decent walks. (6 miles). We’re even thinking we might be able to take on the big hills...... Well, some of them. Peter suggested a walk up Blencathra next. I suggested that the attempt might kill us – so we chose something that needs a little less stamina.<br />
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So Whernside it was. The weather forecast for Sunday was good – and we were up at the crack of 8 o’clock, rushed about to be out of the house by 9:30 and managed to make good time and be at the Ribblehead Viaduct a little after 10.15. (OK........ So we're not very good at mornings.)</div>
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As we arrived at the the car park, Ingleborough dominated the area – it was the only snow covered peak around and it looked big and steep and hostile. Whernside, on the other hand rises steadily from the landscape, almost unnoticeable as it grows upwards to overshadow all other Yorkshire Peaks and announce its claim, at 2414 feet, to being the highest summit in the Dales.</div>
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And of course, in front of Whernside, we had Ribblehead Viaduct carrying the Settle-Carlise Railway across Batty Moss. A stunning piece of engineering and architecture that brings many, many visitors who come to just look. It really is amazing.</div>
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Our route today didn't involve any steep hillside walking. It was more of a saunter up a very long slope - which suited me perfectly. (Considering my level of fitness, saunter isn't quite the word, but it'll do). The descent would be a bit steeper though, so we had our walking sticks with us just in case.<br />
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The weather was perfect - a dry day with loads of sun between the patchy cloud. But boy was it cold! Trust me, layers are the way to go, and it didn't take long to warm up once we'd set off to join the many other couples and groups all heading the same way.<br />
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Our route took us alongside Ribblehead Viaduct, past an old Signalman's cottage and up Blue Clay Ridge, (I like that name).<br />
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Next was Force Gill Waterfall. Sadly our path didn't allow for a close up.<br />
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We slowly ascended Grain Ings heading for Knoutberry Hill. Looking back we saw what looked to me like jelly moulds. Peter described them as zits! Actually, they are the spoil heaps from the excavation of the railway tunnel below.<br />
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I loved this view, it just seems to go on forever. But you can't tell from the photograph how cold it is, or how strongly the wind is blowing. It was hard to hold the camera still!<br />
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The photo above is the view on the left as we were walking. I think I should have taken a picture of the view on my right, if only so I could show you Hag Worm Haw Moss!<br />
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The last leg of the walk up takes you along Cable Rake Top Ridge. (My head is twisting the words and wants to say Cake Top. ........ Mmmmmmm Cake! But I digress.) The wind was on the ridge hard and absolutely bitter! We were relieved to reach the little walled shelters at the summit. At least there the tea remained hot in the cup, and gloves could come off long enough to eat a sandwich.<br />
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But the views from the summit were well worth the biting cold. The air was so clear that we could see the whole of the Lake District range to the North West, the Howgills to the North, and even Cross Fell, the highest point of the Pennines, could be made out North East To prove it, here's a photo where you can just see snow topped Scafell Pike and chums in the distance. </div>
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At least, I think it's Scafell Pike. More learned walkers may tell me otherwise. Here's the zoomed in view.<br />
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And here's another picture of Ingleborough.</div>
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I have so many from this walk - it was like a "Let's go to Whernside and take photo's of Ingleborough" day. You have to admit, it does look imposing - and almost demands you make the attempt to get to the top. We might just do it too.<br />
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Our descent from Whernside summit was down the slope of Scar Top Pasture. It's reasonably steep, with a rocky path that demands attention all the way down. So no pictures until we got to the bottom - just wobbly legs. (Another symptom of our unfitnessness).</div>
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So now we're on level(ish) ground and this is not a picture of Ingleborugh - I just loved the white of the limestone rock as it surfaces through the scrubby grass.<br />
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Looking back, a reminder of how unexceptional Whernside is. </div>
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Now what's wrong with this picture? Herdwicks in the Dales! UnHerd of! </div>
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And now to make up the threesome, here's a picture of Pen y Ghent as we made our way back to the viaduct. The sun lit it up beautifully. </div>
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And of course Ribblehead (or Batty Moss) Viaduct. </div>
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Last but not least, this plaque just in front of the viaduct. I think it depicts perfectly how modern technology has worked with the original Victorian architects and builders to restore the Viaduct to it's former glory (all at a cost of £3 million.) <br />
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As for the walk? Peter commented that he'd never managed to "do" Whernside in such good weather before. Not bad for February.<br />
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(You can read about a previous walk up <a href="http://dittzzy.blogspot.co.uk/2011/11/whernside.html" target="_blank">HERE</a><br />
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All in all an excellent choice - 8 miles, 1590 ft of ascent and glorious views.<br />
(And our wobbly legs had recovered by the time we got to the car.)</div>
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This little walk story is about solitude. It's about one of those days where nothing and no-one encroached on my time or thinking, and my mind meandered through the past and wandered into the future. The walk didn't follow any set route either to be honest.<br />
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It didn't start that way. I'd decided to go to Swaledale where I'd planned a routed from Gunnerside. But, stuck behind a slow moving car on the narrow B6270 from Reeth, I decided I didn't want to do that after all, and diverted off at Healaugh and drove up to Surrender Bridge. Once there I thought I'd walk over to Gunnerside and pick up on the path I'd already worked out. So, with that plan in mind, I set of over Feetham Pasture.</div>
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It was a lovely day, a little cloudy, but plenty of sunshine, and as always, I was loving being out in the open, soaking up the views and constantly pausing to enjoy them. </div>
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And as always I like to see and hear the birds, and the Lapwings certainly wanted to make sure I didn't miss them.<br />
With their constant pee-whit calls I was surrounded by Green Plovers, Peewits, Pewits, Pee-wees, Chewits, Tuefits, Toppyups, Peasiewheeps, Teeacks, Teewwhuppos, Thievnigs, Wallocks and Plivvers. (And that's only some of the names for a them!). </div>
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Did you know a flock of Lapwings is known as a deceit? And the Shetland name of Tieve's Nacket means "thieves imp". It seems these birds weren't very well thought of in the past, although people did think well enough of them to eat them and their eggs. In fact, they were so well thought of as food that they were reduced to 20 breeding pairs by 1915. And the reason the Lappys were considered deceitful? It's because the birds feign a broken wing, or hop and flap and make a lot of noise to distract people away from their nests and to protect their eggs. </div>
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But that was in the past. Now they are plentiful and noisy. Out on the moor, I watched their acrobatics in the sky all around me. I tried to take some pictures, but all I got for my efforts were silhouettes. The wings look flappy and unmanageable, but despite appearances, they allow the Pie-wipes amazing aerial control.</div>
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And amongst the Wallopie Weps were Curlews and Meadow Pipits. The Curlews I heard, but only managed to see in the distance. The Meadow Pipits weren't quite so shy.</div>
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I walked on entertained by birds around me until I came across a Flopwing that was being quite deceitful. He was making a lot of noise and flapping about to my left, so I was very sure there was a nest on my right. This Flapjack was so worried that I'd find the nest, he let me get close enough to take a few pictures.</div>
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Then it was on past Brownsey House and up to Stoops Rigg. With just the wind and the birds for company I sat for a while, asbsorbing the views.</div>
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I started off again towards Barf End until I reached the point above Gunnerside where I could join my planned route. I looked ahead at the path I'd walked many times, and then right, to one that I'd never explored before.</div>
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So right it was. Up to Browney Moor, via the old quarries and Slade Head. As I approached a row of Grouse Butts, a small flock of birds crossed the path to land up hill. The birds weren't keen to pose and stayed a distance away, but with the camera on full zoom, I managed to get a few pictures to prove they were Golden Plovers. Another treat for my day.</div>
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As I said at the beginning, solitude was the theme. Although I nodded hello to a couple, and to two guys on mountain bikes, it was just me alone all afternoon. The space around me was filled with nothing but sun, wind and bird song and I loved it. Time was mine and I lingered and wandered to my heart's content.</div>
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Eventually I started downhill and reached Moor House, (which should really be called No Moor House). It is so remote up here. How did people live when the weather cut off the rest of the world I wonder?</div>
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Next for investigation was a little square of fencing, I was hoping it guarded a mineshaft. I was right, but it was all blocked off and made safe which was slightly disappointing. Even worse, I don't know enough to imagine how it would have been when it was in use.</div>
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But I was cheered up by a pretty and very small star like flower growing close to the ground. It's called Spring Sandwort</div>
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Starting on the way back now, I crossed Level House Bridge. The Hornpie's preferred the higher ground, so I left them behind. But in the heather I could hear the soft pup pup noises of a mother grouse keeping her chicks in check.</div>
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My final photo stops were Hard Level Force, where there wasn't very much water going over the fall.</div>
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But there was a little rabbit.</div>
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And last but not least, the Old Gang Smelting Mills.</div>
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So that was my day. I should point out that amongst the noise of the Hornpies, I was testing a small tablet loaded with Memory Map (MM allows you a trial period) to plan/follow my route and also to act as a GPS. It was a total success. I could enlarge the map and manoeuvre it however I wanted, I was able to track my route and the GPS made sure I knew exactly where I was at all times and it made it easy for me to change my route as I went along. Definitely the way forward for me.</div>
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An easy enough walk, just over 8 miles and about 1000ft uppiness<br />
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And I have to mention Birds Britannica by Mark Cocker and Richard Mabey - it's full of all sorts of information about Lapwings. It's also got a few stories about Golden Plovers, Pipits and Grouse, but I'll save them for another day.<br />
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dittzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692360473584073575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291532947987171901.post-85389778938711896332015-06-21T22:54:00.000+01:002015-06-21T23:01:38.958+01:00Aysgarth to Bolton Castle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today started badly.<br />
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I'd agreed to meet Ed from the walking forum at Aysgarth Falls at 10 am for a walk that I'd planned. At 9.25 I opened my eyes to look at the clock and then I became the fastest moving zombie ever. I'd not woken up, but I knew I had to get out, and I couldn't remember any of things that you are supposed to do in the morning.<br />
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At 9.50 I was in the car and on my way. No breakfast and no coffee, I nearly forgot my boots but I did remember brush my teeth............ And get dressed. <br />
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My little car flew over the hills, and it wasn't long before I ended up tailing a blue Ford into Carperby. Fortunately it wasn't going that slow. That would be because it was Ed, also late and now just in front of me. Phew! We both pulled into the National Park car park at 10.15. (He had a good excuse though, like driving for an hour and three quarters)<br />
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"Well! That was a good start to the day", thought I, "let's hope it doesn't continue like that." and pulled my rucksack out of the car. It was upside down, and the top was wide open!<br />
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So I picked everything up and after rummaging around under the car for the water bottles, got me boots on, locked the car and set off with Ed over the bridge towards Aysgarth Church. It turned out to be a really good walk. Not too strenuous and only a couple more hiccups, one of which was I'd forgotten my camera. I used my mobile phone instead (which eventually run out of battery), and sadly many of the pictures aren't that clear, but I've added the best of them to the little story of our walk.<br />
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We saw waterfalls and crossed stepping stones<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stepping Stones over the River Ure at Slapestone Wath</td></tr>
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Walked through lanes waist high in flowers<br />
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Saw a speckled wood<br />
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A dragon<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A dragon carved out of a fallen ash on the road up to Castle Bolton village</td></tr>
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There were sheep with fringes<br />
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A Grey, a Bay, a Palomino and a Black but I didn't get that picture. (Horses if you didn't know). We saw goats and fat hairy pigs, and guinea fowl but I didn't get those pictures either.<br />
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Excited at seeing so many different domestic animals, I didn't take notice of where we were going. So we went the wrong way, but the bonus was that there were alpaca's in the field ahead of us. In my hurry to go see, I didn't look. And ended up in a pile on the road. So, another thing we got to see today was my blood. Not a lot fortunately, enough for me to have to get the plasters out though. (I'm making it sound worse than it really was. It was only a few grazes.)<br />
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Anyway, we got to see Alpaca's<br />
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And dead moles all in a row. (Ugh!)<br />
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Then we turned around and went back to find the right path. Walking across the field from West Bolton to East End Farm we were lucky enough to get to see both Oyster Catchers and Lapwings close up. They were everywhere, screeching and pee-whitting, flying around our heads. It was quite cool actually.<br />
We also got to see Ragged Robin, a flower I've never seen before (Ed identified it), and banks covered in gorgeous blue Speedwell.<br />
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From Carperby we made our way to St Joseph's Wood and from there down to the Lower Falls. If you know to keep walking on the gravel path, there is a little drop down to the levels below Lower Falls. Definitely the best view of them.<br />
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Then it was back to the car park to offload our kit and another little treat to see this old timer. (Not the bloke, the bus ).<br />
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Finally we went back over the bridge to the Yore Mill coffee shop on the other side. Definitely the best place for cake and a cuppa, nd they sell some of the best icecream in the area. I didn't have any cash though........ (another fail!). Good job they take visa.<br />
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It was hot and muggy with the occasional bit of drizzle. We walked just over 8 miles (partly cos we went the wrong way), with 850ft of up. I really enjoyed the day out. Thanks Ed.<br />
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And sorry to anyone reading about the quality of the photo's. I'll do better next time. Promise. <br />
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Oh and by the way, the map of the route.<br />
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dittzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692360473584073575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291532947987171901.post-35964506530129562272014-12-31T23:28:00.003+00:002015-01-01T00:03:56.574+00:00Pennine Moorland and Cauldron Snout<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The last time me n Peter got out for a walk was in Norway. I've got a few days holiday over Christmas, the weather is glorious and we've done all the family visits n stuff so it's time to get out and enjoy the glorious sunshine. Except Peter has to work. My fault to be honest, if I hadn't had a brilliant idea about eBay.............<br />
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Anyway, finally I managed to persuade him out of his studio and we set off for somewhere I'd wanted to see since <a href="http://northernpies.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">Mike Knip</a>e posted a "Where is this?" photo on the <a href="http://www.forum.walkersforum.com/index.php">WalkersForum</a><br />
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After an hour plus drive (stuck behind a big pile of hay!) we reached Cow Green Reservoir. I never realised it was so big. It's surrounded by the Moor House-Upper Teesdale National Nature Reserve and is known as an area of outstanding natural beauty. I'd certainly agree with that statement. The area really is stunningly gorgeous, especially in the winter sun we were lucky to have today. Apparently Cow Green Reservoir is full of brown trout...... interesting if your interested in fishing I suppose. <br />
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The wind was bitter though, so well wrapped up, we set off along towards Cow Green Dam and Cauldron Snout Waterfall. I dunno what I was expecting, but the dam looked really modern and concrete. Impressive though.</div>
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Still feeling the cold through the layers of clothes we started down the Pennine Way over the boulders and rocks that line the sides of the waterfall as it drops 200 ft. Certainly not an easy clamber, because everything was covered in slippery melting ice. I had to "not look" once or twice, as I carefully made my way down, avoiding the ice for grass, mud, the odd bare stone, or anything that looked remotely firm. All that effort had its rewards. We were toasty warm when we got to the bottom, and we got to see the waterfall at it's best. </div>
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After that, we followed the Pennine Way and the River Tees past Falcon Clints, It's hard to put into words how truly lovely it was to walk along valley in the December sun. Almost dream like.</div>
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We passed Widdy Bank and Raven Scar</div>
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and reached Widdy Bank Farm, At this point, a little niggly cold that I'd been fighting off took the advantage and suddenly drained me of all my energy. It didn't stop me appreciating the beauty of the white farm buildings in the winter light though.</div>
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But it did make the last few miles of the walk feel particularly hard, especially since we'd chosen to follow the road back to the car park. A nice easy (if you discount the climb down beside the waterfall) 7 1/2 miles in a beautiful area on a beautiful day. <br />
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dittzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692360473584073575noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291532947987171901.post-85166855017319797492014-12-19T22:37:00.002+00:002014-12-19T22:40:30.348+00:00Walkers Forum Weekend - Lofthouse to Scar House Reservoir<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A few folk from the Walkers Forum decided to visit Yorkshire
en masse, and Masham in particular. (It reads like “mash am” but you’re
supposed to say “mass am” apparently.) They booked into a church conversion and
planned a couple of walks in lower Wensleydale (amongst other things, but I
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Saturdays walk started with 10 of us launching from
Lofthouse o'er In Moor and down t' Scar House Reservoir. I say launched, we didn’t really. We sort of
wandered and ambled, taking a look over the bridge at How Stean Gorge while we
were at it.<br />
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I thought How Stean Gorge must be what The Strid would look
like without any water, mebbe not quite as deep, but interesting anyway. The group didn’t do the How Stean Gorge tour, that would have cost £5.60 each. Mebbe
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The dogs on the walk were Lexi, Sylvia, Stacey, Flash and
Frankie. Sylvia was having a couple of
hormonal days and behaved like a total tramp, constantly swinging her hips at
Frankie. Poor Frankie, he had Sylvia
presenting her assets to him all the time, and Rich his owner shouting at him
to stay away. Not a good day for a boy
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view as we approached Middlesmoor</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.7272720336914px;">This little piggy must have flown all the way home</span></td></tr>
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The wonderful thing about Middlesmoor is that there is a public loo (near to the pub). That's one to keep in mind for the future. It's also got a little car park, just right to start a walk from.<br />
We'd been stripping our layers off as we went uphill. But it wasn't long before we put them on again, it was blowing a freezing wind from the the North at us.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We followed the Nidderdale Way along In Moor Land over (strangely enough), In Moor</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking down on Scar House Reservoir. The weather is wonderful</td></tr>
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Despite the sun the mud and puddles on the track down to the reservoir were frozen, so it was careful down the bank to
reach the dam, diverting left to reach the bunk barn
and loo block. There are also picnic
tables and a wonderful giant bus stop big enough for all of us to sit out of
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We took advantage of the loos and then made our way across the dam. I've been here before, so the next couple of photographs are from a previous walk - cos the dam looks better with water flowing over. (There was none today)<br />
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We crossed the dam (into the wrath of a belligerent
photographer) who was taking pictures of fell runners on the Nidderdale Frostbite Marathon (34 miles!! I'm shattered thinking about it). Anyhoo, we was pootling along, enjoying the views over the sides of the dam, chatting away etc etc, and moving out of the way of the fell runners as the passed.<br />
Thing is, we didn't move out of the photographers shot, and he was <b><u>not</u></b> happy about it. He made lots of rude and snotty comments to our group as each of them passed him. He got a few back too!<br />
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Sadly the blue skies disappeared, and low misty clouds came and blurred out the sun. On the other side of the dam we walked along along
the top edge of the valley before dropping down to Bracken Ridge and getting
back onto the Nidderdale Way.<br />
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From there it was down to Limley
Farm, were we encountered a lot of men with guns. They also had dogs and beaters, which hopefully meant they were out on a pheasant shoot! At Limley Farm the river disappears underground, making it dead easy to cross. Like the last time I came this way, we
missed the Nidderdale Way that follows the river back to Lofthouse, and we ended walking along the quiet road on the other side of the river. Not really a problem, but I’m getting a bit
frustrated by that ROW now, I’m going to have to go back and find it. StevetheTree suggested I start at the other
end. What a brilliant idea!<br />
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Once back at Lofthouse, it was into the Crown Hotel for a refreshing something before going home. An unusual establishment, It doesn't sell tea (much to Bob's annoyance), and there isn't a gents loo inside. From what I could make out, the lads were sent outside to a sort of brick shed, except it didn't have a roof, or lights or anything but a trough to pee into.<br />
You can see it on this view on Google Earth, the hotel is on the right, and the outside loo is on the left, beyond the cars. <a href="https://www.google.co.uk/maps/@54.1564725,-1.8458517,3a,75y,90.07h,87t/data=!3m4!1e1!3m2!1s-tK3oCDd1-frpIlx6piV1A!2e0" target="_blank">The outside karsey</a><br />
Luckily the ladies were treated slightly better and could stay inside in the warm.<br />
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So that was our Saturday walk, 11 miles which I thoroughly enjoyed. Tomorrow we have another walk starting from Jervaulx Abbey, and the weather is going to be good too. How class is that! </div>
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dittzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692360473584073575noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291532947987171901.post-45823713727767439152014-12-04T23:36:00.001+00:002014-12-04T23:58:44.299+00:00East Witton to Jervaulx Abbey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So, after four weeks cruising followed by a couple of weeks eating any amount of greasy pies n pizza's I'm really beginning to feel slobby and unfit. I need to get back into walking but as usual I don't want to drive far, and anyway, the days are getting really short so curtails things a little anyway.<br />
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So I decided on a local walk and to investigate areas I've not ventured into before - <a href="http://www.jervaulxabbey.com/">Jervaulx Abbey</a> sort of piqued my interest. The site promises tea rooms, which seemed like a perfect rest stop. So I worked out a circular route from East Witton</div>
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An overcast day in November isn't usually the best time of year to enjoy the countryside, but the walks had its points of interest nonetheless. Here are the pictures.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This little Methodist Chapel in East Witton is at the start of the walk. The footpath is just to left.</td></tr>
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From East Witton I headed North towards the River Cover, a relatively uneventful part of the walk, unless you count the gates and stiles........ And I did. There were eight of them by the time I got to Cover Bridge.<br />
Crossing the road, I followed the River Cover until it met up with the River Ure.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Arty shot of the Hawthorne Berries. I tried, but I couldn't make them look as good on camera as they were in the flesh. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The point where the River Cover and the River Ure meet. This fotie doesn't show it very well, but there is a "wedding of the waters". The water in the River Ure (furthest), is a lighter muddier brown than the River Cover, which is a dark peaty almost black colour. You can just about see the line where the two meet. Much clearer when you are actually there.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sun came out, and the path looked better. No doubt it looks fantastic in the Spring and Summer, full of flowers.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I tried so hard to get a picture of this little pond without the sun glare. I failed obviously. The pond itself was a stunning sight. Described as a "Fish Pond Plantation" on the OS Map. (Whatever that means).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I continue alongside the River Ure, the path widens and the trees open out. Glorious in the sunshine. </td></tr>
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The right of way comes to a fence and you turn right towards the A6108 and this sign. Looks good dunnit?<br />
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I walked along the road for 1/4 mile and found the tea rooms.<br />
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Sadly, they were closed. Out of season I think.<br />
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But I crossed the road to take a look at Jervaulx Abbey, duly dropping my pennies in the honesty box (They ask for £3 per adult).<br />
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I ate lunch on a bench next to the Willow, (keeping an eye on it like), before taking a walk around. It's a nice little place. Very pleasant, and from the literature, full of flowers and plants in the summer.<br />
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I left the Abbey to walk across Jervaulx Park, some of the trees lining the track were glorious.<br />
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From Masham bank I made may way across to Quarry Hill and then Ellingstring. I was aiming for Hammersdale Farm, but I missed. Mebbe I should have got Gizmo out! No matter, I ended up walking through the village, which is very friendly, people chatting and asking how far etc. etc.</div>
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From Ellingstring I headed for the Millstone Band and Great Yaud plantations, passing Moor Cote Farm. I say passing, because the ROW has been diverted around the farm as they convert it into holiday cottages. And as I was taking in the detail of the farm, the ram in the field was taking in the detail of me.... with an odd look in his eye!</div>
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First thing I know is that he's right behind me making weird huffy noises. Now I know there has never been a story of someone getting killed by a four legged ball of wool, but I really didn't need to be head butted out of a field by a territorial sheep, it would be VERY undignified. So I'm shouting at the little beastie to clear off. He ignored that of course, and kept following me as I backed away. I took off me rucksack and waved it at him, which seemed to confuse but not deter him. The gate into the next field was wide open and as I got through it to push it shut, a very attractive little ewe, (well, he would have thought so anyway), trotted over to catch his eye. He immediately forgot I existed and wandered off and head butted her a few times instead...... Phew! </div>
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So after that little adventure, I continued on alongside and through the woodland. At one point I saw this:</div>
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Now what I should have explained at the start of this post is that I started a lot later than planned..... like about 11.30ish. That in itself isn't too bad, except I dawdled and pottered and took loads of foties, (like the arty shot earlier). </div>
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So I was still walking when it got dark.......<br />
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Not that I was too worried, I knew that the rest of the route was the track that you can see in the fotie above which led onto a road back to East Witton. And like a good little girl guide I also had a torch, and a head torch, and I'd tested them. </div>
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I got back to East Witton about 4.45pm, very satisfied with the day. Gizmo sez I walked 9 miles instead of the 7 1/2 planned. (I'm not quite sure how I did that?) </div>
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dittzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692360473584073575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291532947987171901.post-19327085780442986022014-11-25T00:16:00.000+00:002014-11-25T19:47:11.197+00:00Reservoirs, Green Cleugh and Scald Law<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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To be honest, I wasn't going to write up this walk, because it was just an afternoon stroll with some friends, but yesterday I looked at the photographs again. They were so lovely I thought I'd share them with everyone else.<br />
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Our friends live in Livingstone, and we went to stay for a weekend at the end of August. For a Sunday afternoon walk, they drove us out to Threipmuir Reservoir near Balerno, and five of us set off for a short foray into the Pentland Hills, a 20 mile stretch of up and down off the South West corner of Edinburgh.<br />
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First we enjoyed the sights of Threipmuir Reservoir, (above), and Bavelaw Marsh, (below).<br />
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Our path took us up along a wooded track past Bavelaw Castle, which we didn't see anything of. At the end of the track, a gate brought us out into the sun and gave us our first glimpses of the hills.<br />
Scotland doesn't have Rights of Way, but the people in Scotland have the right to access most land and inland water including mountains, moorland, woods and forests, grassland, fields, rivers and lochs, coastal areas, most parks and open spaces day and night. The only caveat is that walkers must do so responsibly. There are loads of paths marked out on Scottish OS Maps, but you don't have to stick to them, and they aren't ROWs.<br />
But you'd be daft to ignore them, all those walkers before you knew what they were doing when they pounded the track out with their feet. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our way ahead. The dip between the hills (Black Hill on the left and Hare Hill on the right), is called Green Cleugh. The pointy hill at the end is the highest of the Pentland Hills, Scald Law, 579m or 1900ft</td></tr>
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The path was relatively easy, which is good, since I hurt my foot last Sunday on High Cup Nick, and it wasn't even close to being healed. and I had to be careful where I stepped. It was well worth it, the scenery was gorgeous.<br />
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We followed the track to see where it would lead us, and it led us to this. The men, (boys), in the group insisted on climbing all over it. I had to wait until they got down to get this photograph.<br />
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We were tempted to walk further, but we didn't have a map with us and weren't quite sure where we'd end up, and not only that, Peter and I had to start the drive back to Richmond that afternoon. So we turned around and walked back the way we came. Now I can see where we went on the <a href="http://www.walkhighlands.co.uk/" target="_blank">WalkHighlands</a> site, I know better, but I'll save that for future visits.</div>
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dittzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692360473584073575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291532947987171901.post-13355172959083932562014-11-07T23:23:00.000+00:002014-11-22T23:31:44.653+00:00A walk abroad - Andalsnes, Norway<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We were visiting Norway on a cruise ship and when the opportunity arose, we took advantage of the chance to climb a Norwegian mountain. It was brilliant! That chance came in Andalsnes, a small town north east of Bergen<br />
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The ship docked at Andalsnes around 8am, but we didn't get off until closer to 10. Gusts of wind were hitting so hard, it could stop you in your tracks and the air was FREEZING. It didn't feel pleasant at all as we came down the gangplank<br />
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Fighting our way through the weather I got to Tourist Info and grabbed a map. I happened to notice a few walks outlined on it, and since it's "our thing", Peter and I decided to give it a go.<br />
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There's a steep little mountain right alongside the port, and the walk route seemed to be heading to the top. Looking up, we didn't think we'd get any where near the summit, after all we were on holiday and just fancied stretching the legs a bit. So we set off to reach the first view point marked on our map, which is quite low down on the hill.<br />
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And it was really easy to get to. The Norwegians obviously feel that everyone should be able to reach these places, and a ramp had been installed all the way up, making it possible to get a wheelchair or pushchair up to the viewing point.<br />
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Once there, we decided to continue going up. The next stop is a lovely wooden shelter with benches and tables. The wind howled through the trees tops occasionally, but we felt sheltered down underneath.<br />
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An we kept going up. As you can see, this little mountain has steep sides.<br />
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The Norwegians really do like to help people do these things, there were rails and chains on several parts of the walk. If you look at the photo above, you can see a rail running diagonally just up and to the right of Peter.<br />
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There are boxes containing notebooks in which you add your name to the list of people who got that far.<br />
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We knew there was another view point quite a way above us. As we got higher, we met other passengers coming down, they told us what to expect. The last couple we came across told us about a platform that they'd seen from below. We kept going up<br />
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Once we'd seen the platform, we had to carry on. Bear in mind that I am wearing me jeans, and although we've brought some extra layers and we are both wearing decent walking shoes, we have no water or food with us. We'd agreed that we'd keep going until 12.30, at which point we would turn round and go back down, and not worry about how far we got. We were thirsty though, luckily there were loads of icicles about, and we also found a spring marked drinking water (we think) just a few feet below the platform.<br />
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Anyway we got to the viewing platform - 537 m above sea level, that's 1761 feet.<br />
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And yes I did walk out to the end. I even walked on the scary bit where you can see through the floor, but only a foot or so. I didn't like it. The views were just as wonderful as expected though.<br />
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Anyway, we went a little bit further up - I reckon we probably added another 100ft or so onto the height. It is easy to do because of the rock staircase our Norwegian hosts have built. The only issue is that it's a little bit exposed.<br />
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But it was absolutely wonderful! We were so lucky with the weather. There was no wind, the sun was out, and it was glorious. (I don't think I'd be sitting so comfortably if we'd have felt the wind like we did down on the port)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.7272720336914px;">Looking out from the height of our climb. I think the mountain we're on is called Nesaksla </td></tr>
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We sat up there, enjoying the sun and the views for a good few minutes, and then we knew it was time to go back down. Going down is easier than coming up of course, but it still took us a good hour or so.<br />
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We pottered around the town before going back to the ship, it didn't seem to have a lot to offer us during our quick look see, and then we were back on board, satisfyingly tired, in that good way you get. </div>
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I'm very behind, so I'll catch up later perhaps. Today I am going to post my latest walk,
if only because I enjoyed it so much that I can’t wait to shout about it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’ve been recovering from a twisted ankle – (which I twisted twice!). I chose this easy route, on what is mostly a flat track, without the hazards of rough ground. The
drive to Surrender bridge is only 30 mins max from home, and the weather forecast was good, so it seemed the perfect walk. </span><br />
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really wanted to leave my home comforts to tackle a six mile trek. After all, walks can be hard work and there is
always plenty of stuff I could be doing around the house. As I was getting ready, I was thinking, “Can
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sorted all the same, and was soon in the car heading for Healaugh and Surrender
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And boy was I glad that I gave meself that little push. Booted up and taking my first steps towards the bridge, the view, the sun, the sounds and the air suddenly reminded me why I like being out in the Dales so much. From that point I knew I was gonna have a fantastic walk. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">From Surrender Bridge, looking down stream to the old Smelting Mill</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Following the track. The colours of the bracken and heather are wonderful. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">It wasn't long before I reached the ruins of the Old Gang Smelting Mills</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Old carts and rusting machinery</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Not sure what this piece of machinery is</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">But I don't think most people would imagine one this size</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I think this is what's left of a massive chimney, with the flue leading off out of the door sized space and up the hill. The flue has always interested me. I'll come back to this later. </span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After spending a good 20 or 30 mins around the old mills, I carried on. Today the grouse were very vocal and quite prolific - they where everywhere! Sometimes they startled me suddenly shooting out from the heather, but mostly they kept me company, appearing in flocks or on their own, walking or flying, and constantly telling me to "go back go back go back"......... Not on your Nelly! I was having a wonderful time.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />A few hundred meters from the smelting mills are the shooting huts, and a pretty disused bridge. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">A disused bridge and one of the shooting huts. Note the tunnel to the right</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">One site I read suggests this is a tunnel into the lead mines. I'm thinking it may be for ventilation, or drainage, as it seems a little small for people to use. Maybe it had a deeper floor 100 years ago?</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The little disused bridge looks lovely</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Onwards and ever so slightly upwards, the track continues North West following Gang Beck.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Looking back is as good as looking forward. You can see the pretty little bridge and two shooting huts. Up on the hill on the left is a row of pillars, with a couple of end walls. This is actually an old peat store. Peat would have been used to fuel the fires in the smelting mills. </span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I continued along the track, first stopping at Hard Level Force, which is normally a waterfall. I've visited before, where I've seen sheep get confuddled as to how to cross and fish in the plunge pool at the bottom. Today it was a water trickle, which disappeared into the ground below. <br />Old Gang Beck changes to Hard Level Gill, which was for the most part dry. I passed Level House Bridge and walked through the slag heaps of the lead mines. Definitely not the best part of the walk.<br />Hard Level Gill becomes Flincher Gill and the track continues gently up. Just as it turned east I came across more entrances to the lead mines below ground.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">There are two entrances. The tunnel on the right swiftly reduces in size and isn't really big enough for a person. The barred tunnel on the left is much larger. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Inside the left tunnel, you can see the rail tracks for the carts that were used. Stuff like this always makes me want to know more. </span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After a short break at the tunnel entrances, I set off again up through the surface stripped area of Forefield Rake. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Forefield Rake. The surface of the land raked, smashed and pulverised to extract the lead. </span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm about half way on my walk now. The track turns and gently, uneventfully descends South East. Ahead the view is taken up by Reeth Low Moor and the steep slopes up to Fremington Edge. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You'll remember that I said earlier that I had an interest in that flue from the Old Gang Smelting Mill? Well, if you look on a map, you'll see that the flue extends nearly half a mile from the mill upwards to the top of Reeth High Moor. I wanted to see the top, and the easiest way to get to it was from this side of the hill. Once I'd reached the right point, I turned off the track, and headed through the heather to the top of the flue. Luckily I had Gizmo with me, my GPS kept me on track through the uneven ground and deep heather. It was worth the effort though. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not only was I pleased with meself for finding the top of the flue and satisfying me curiousity - I was especially delighted with my other find on the top of the moor. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And a veiw of Low Reeth Moor and Fremington Edge. Wonderful. </span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I loved it up there on moor, but it was time to find my way down. Bearing in mind that my foot and ankle had still not properly recovered, I couldn't afford the slightest twist or sprain, The deep heather hid rocks and drops. and as per my way up, I was a very careful about where I put my feet. </span></div>
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Following the theme of "catch up" this is another catch up post of a walk I did in September with a member of the walkersforum. The route was one found in a local paper and it was his idea to try it out, but since it was a good idea, I decided to join him. (By the way, he did invite me, I didn't gatecrash!)<br />
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We'd agreed to meet at Keld at midday. I live fairly locally, and reckoned on half hour to get there, so I set off just gone 20 past 11. I should've had time to spare.<br />
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Silly me hadn't reckoned on it being late morning on a beautiful Sunday, and every Miss Daisy in England was out for a drive in her automobile. Yes I agree, the scenery is stunning, and yes, the roads are windy, and no, there is no need to race.........................BUT! ............. <br />
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I drove most of the route in 2nd and 3rd gear arriving in Keld at 20 past 12, very, very frustrated.<br />
Good job my walking partner for the day (TH) is a patient guy eh? I made use of the public loos and parked on the road. TH was already parked in the car park for the very reasonable honesty box price of £2<br />
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So we set off a bit late, TH was a little concerned that he needed to be back on the A1 before dark. He needn't have worried, the walk was straightforward and the weather was brilliant. All we had to do was enjoy it. <br />
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At this point I discovered the battery on my camera was flat. DOH! Luckily my phone has a reasonable camera on it, and didn't have a flat battery. Here are the pictures.<br />
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You can see from the map we parked in Dufton and set off along the Pennine Way from near Billysbeck Bridge. The track becomes an old drovers road and takes you up hill with Dufton Pike on your left. From the track Dufton Pike is a near perfect little dome, I really like it.</div>
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We continued on the track up to Peeping Hill (fantastic name), and then onto the well trodden path that follows the North side of High Cup Gill. 'Cept it became less trodden and more hidden. I thought this was odd, because it's a well used path and it shouldn't be hard to follow? I think we must have been up above High Pots before we realised the mistake. A sharp left and a steep climb and we were back on route. No harm done. (Peter was leading of course, so naturally it is his fault that we'd lost our way slightly).</div>
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Concerned walkers tried to help as my ankle screamed in pain. Luckily, a few minutes later the initial hurt had gone and I was left with a tender joint. It was alright as long as I kept my foot level. I thought about the walk ahead and the one behind and I decided I could continue. I decided that the short sharp way down was preferable, thinking that all I had to do was keep the foot flat. Surely I could manage that?</div>
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We reached High Cup Nick, and sat for a few moments enjoying the scenery.<br />
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There were loads of other walkers there, I could hear some of them talking.....</div>
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But really it's dead easy to get down to the valley bottom from this point. OK, it looks difficult, but on closer inspection, you'll see it's an easy scramble for the first bit and then a steep grassy slope.<br />
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The grassy slope concerned me at first, but I used my behind. That is, I went down a fair amount of the hill sitting on it, which also took the pressure off me ankle. <br />
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The next bit was the bit that we hadn't thought about properly. Remember I had to keep me foot level? Well! It was a bit difficult to do that whilst negotiating all these rocks, but not keeping it level was far too painful. I made it across slowly and with the help of sticks.</div>
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Then it was the nice grassy bit across the bottom of the valley, the last time we walked here, it was really wet and boggy, but today was really nice.<br />
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Negotiating the route across from Harbour Flatt to Keisley Bridge wasn't easy, as it's not signposted, but we did manage to find our way out of the farmers' field and onto the road. By this time, my ankle was starting to ache, so we decided to take the flat road route all the way back to Dufton, rather than the ROW marked on the map below.<br />
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Once again a brilliant day, the route shown on the map is just under 9 miles with 1660ft of ascent.<br />
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We've done this walk before by the way - here's the previous blog post >><b> </b><a href="http://dittzzy.blogspot.co.uk/2011/08/visit-to-cumbria-and-walk-from-village.html" target="_blank"><b>High Cup Nick August 2011</b></a></div>
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<li><span style="color: blue;">Nominate 5 – 11 blogs that you feel deserve the award, who have a less than 1000 followers. (Note that you can always ask the blog owner this since not all blogs display a widget that lets the readers know this information!)</span></li>
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<li><span style="color: blue;">What's the most unusual, or funny, name of a place you've visited?</span> <i>I walked through Dirty Piece in Swaledale not so long ago, does that count?</i></li>
<li><span style="color: blue;">If there was a hole in the bottom of your rucksack and something fell out, what would you hope it wouldn't be, and why? </span><i>My spare glasses. EVERYONE is in serious trouble if I break the ones on my face and don't have a spare pair, I can't even see where to put my feet! </i></li>
<li><span style="color: blue;">What is your least favourite area for walking, and why is this? </span><i>Town Centres. They are full of people, hard on the feet and don't provide any decent views.</i></li>
<li><span style="color: blue;">Walking poles; help or hindrance?</span> <i>Getting across a stream on some dodgy stepping stones... Help. Coming down a really steep slippery slope... Help. The rest of the time.... Hindrance cos I'm carrying them.</i></li>
<li><span style="color: blue;">What are your preferred weather conditions for walking? </span><i>Sun and wind. I love the wind. And not toooo hot.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li><span style="color: blue;">What was your most embarrassing moment when out walking? </span><i>Slipping over in Fell Beck just above Gaping Gill. <s>I wet me
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<li><span style="color: blue;">How often do you think the Ordnance Survey map is wrong?</span> <i>What? The Ordnance Survey map can be wrong? No wonder I can't find the paths</i></li>
<li><span style="color: blue;">Do you combine your walking with any other hobby, such as photography, public presentations, blogging [of course], or maybe first aid? </span><i>Blogging came from walking. And taking pictures came from blogging. </i></li>
<li><span style="color: blue;">For those of you who regularly walk in the Peak District; White Peak or Dark Peak?</span> <i>Sorry, I don't fit into this one. I have no idea. </i></li>
<li><span style="color: blue;">Do you go walking to escape from your everday life, or do you go to participate in something different, and better?<i> </i></span><i>I just like being up on a hill in the wind and the sun.</i></li>
<li><span style="color: blue;">What's your walking bugbear; what really annoys you? <i> </i></span><i>Intolerance. Some walkers think the hills belong to only the fit and experienced folk with all the gear. Not true, the overweight, uneducated and ill prepared are just as likely to enjoy the experience, if not more so. We all have to start somewhere, how else can we become fit and experienced with all the gear?</i></li>
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<li>I don't like advocados, olives, fried eggs or beer. There's not much else I won't eat or drink.</li>
<li>All my younger years I dyed my hair. Now it's going grey, I don't bother.</li>
<li>In my twenties I learnt to gut fish like a professional. (My then husband used to come home from sea fishing trips with bin bags full for the freezer).</li>
<li>I love to dance</li>
<li>I love Science Fiction and Fantasy. </li>
<li>I play four suit Spider Solitaire - and win</li>
<li>Not including walking boots/shoes - I have 23 pairs of shoes and 3 pairs of boots. Quite conservative for a woman I think.</li>
<li>I was a top long distance runner in my secondary school.......... Nope! I got that wrong. I was a top long distance runner in my dreams. I did run though for the school though...... slowly.</li>
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<li>What it the weirdest thing you've seen whilst out walking. </li>
<li>Do you have a favourite mountain or hill? What or where is it?</li>
<li>What was your most embarrassing moment whilst out on a walk?</li>
<li>What's your favourite piece of outdoor equipment?</li>
<li>What's your favourite food whilst out walking?</li>
<li>Which country outside the UK would you most like the opportunity to walk?</li>
<li>When you're in an outdoor shop which section do you make a beeline for?</li>
<li>Who is the person you'd most like to go on a long walk with?</li>
<li>Who is the person you'd least like to go on a long walk with?</li>
<li>Where will your next walk be?</li>
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Todays walk was a meet up with a few guys from the Walking
Forum. I’ve met The Very Knowledgeable Kev and John before, but
Peter and his lovely dog Scally were new aquaintances.</div>
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We were to meet at the Yorkshire Dales Park<b><span style="color: red;"> </span></b>car park in Clapham. The gents parked in the laybys outside the
car park to save money and I parked in a bay inside the car park to save money....... (I’d only end up putting me car insurance up if I tried to park anywhere else...................)<br />
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So, after feeding the meter all me pennies, I said Hi to the
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It was a good walk. The sun shone, there were loads of quirky features to
catch the eye, and the hills weren’t so steep that I couldn’t breathe when I
got to the top. I also had a personal target of getting to the summit of Ingleborough without the attractions
of “wet” and “miserable”. This was achieved, but I think I should have added “or freezing wind!” We found a bit of shelter whilst we where up
there for our little rest stop, but we really could’ve done without the extra
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We headed out of Clapham along Thwaite Lane. There's a bit of a slope to start off with, but it eases out to a steady walk until we reached gate where we turned off and headed for Robin Proctor's Scar. </div>
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Through the gate and then we headed towards Robin Proctor's Scar. There are a few stories telling how the cliff got it's name, such as this<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"> <a href="http://www.ingleboro.co.uk/walks/norber/robin_proctor.cfm" target="_blank">The story of Robin Proctor</a>, </span>or this text from a book 'Ingleborough Landscape and History':<br />
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Many thanks to the Very Knowledgable Kev for providing the stories. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Robin Proctor's Scar. We are heading up to the left of it. </td></tr>
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Up near RP's scar is Norber Brow and the Norber Erratics. These great lumps of rock were left behind by the glaciers of the last ice age, which I think makes them around 15000 yrs old.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of many boulders that don't belong. The erratics make for an interesting landscape though.</td></tr>
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Norber is an area of limestone which means it has a habit of dissolving away - creating wonderful limestone pavement scenery above ground, loads of caves underground and then eventually shakeholes which may hopefully connect the two.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The local caving community got the idea that this shakehole may be another way into the cave system, They've even used explosive to clear away the rubble apparently............. It doesn't look like they got very far! </td></tr>
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So we carried on our walk along the slope of Crummack Dale until we reached Crummack Farm.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Loving the countryside. That's Pen-y-Ghent in the distance. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Limestone Pavement of Moughton Scars. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Moughton Scars........ Amazing landscape</td></tr>
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Onwards and upwards after lunch, we went through Sulber Gate and started along the clear path heading for Ingleborough summit. It was along here that Scally demonstrated her love of water when she discovered a small pool. She was in and swimming round and round before we knew it.<br />
But the summit beckoned, and on we went, up the Swine Tail heading for the top. Thing is, so was everybody else. It seemed as if a couple of busloads of families had decided to make their way up the Swine Tail at the same time as us. We were surrounded by little people, of varying sizes and noise levels. A very busy summit.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ribbleshead Viaduct from Ingleborough</td></tr>
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Time for another little break to enjoy the views...... When we found somewhere out of the wind that is!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whernside just over the way.</td></tr>
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As always, once you've got up, you have to get down. I was sorry to leave the views, but definitely happy to get out of the wind. Easier said than done as it happens, the wind stayed with us for a fair part of the descent towards Little Ingleborough.<br />
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Next it was Gaping Gill - a gaping hole in the ground into which Fell Beck normally disappears. Except Fell Beck was nearly dry today, so it trickled over the edge. I like Gaping Gill, Peter and I have visited a couple of times before, both visits have had a certain amount of adventure about them: <a href="http://dittzzy.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/gaping-gill.html" target="_blank">Descending into Gaping Gill</a> and <a href="http://dittzzy.blogspot.co.uk/2011/10/ingleborough.html" target="_blank">Ingleborough and the slippery Fell Beck</a>. <br />
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Our last highlight was Trow Gill, quite a feature to be honest. I would have got more pictures, but for some reason, walkers kept appearing and getting in the way, honestly, you'd think they'd be a bit more considerate! </div>
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The lake is also very lovely. So lovely in fact, that Scally decided that once she'd got in, she wouldn't get out. </div>
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She swam the distance that we walked alongside, spending a fair bit of time chasing ducks. She really is a water baby!</div>
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And that was it, the end of another wonderful day. Thank you to Kev, John and Peter for the company. 12 miles and tired legs. Awesome!</div>
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What can I say. The <a href="http://www.piercottageconiston.co.uk/" target="_blank">Pier Cottage Caravan Park</a> was, for us anyway, idyllic. Facilities are relatively basic, but the welcome was warm and friendly, and the site was set out brilliantly. At night we were able to stand by the water and watch the bats flit round our heads. Waking up in the morning was a delight. Once I'd left the camper van to visit the facilities, I wouldn't get back in again, I was so in love with the surroundings. Some early morning photographs:</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Goosander mom waking the chicks. "Quick, there's a dog on the way"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Into the water, hurry hurry!" </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The second morning. The sky was so blue and clear..,,,,,,,, And so was the water. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Puts me in a reflective mood. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mother duck bought her new babies over to see me. I think this must be a second brood of chicks. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm loving the zoom and the quality of the pictures on the new camera. This little chap came and sat with us for breakfast.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The steam ferry getting ready for a busy day's ferrying </td></tr>
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After a brilliant walk yesterday, we decided to take it easy today. A leisurely breakfast, and then a drive into Ambleside for a potter round the shops. Then it was on to Castlerigg Stone Circle.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A busy place, it was impossible to get a picture of the circle without anyone in it. This site is around 4500 yrs old. Amazing when you think about it. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Sanctuary, an inner ring of the circle, with the might of Blencathra in the background</td></tr>
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After a wander around ancient history, (and an icecream), we carried on our way home, with a quick look at Brougham Castle. We'd driven past it so many times, we thought today would be a good day to pop in and have a mosey around.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The thing that struck me about this place was the red brick. It's unusual to see it on a castle, and sort of makes it look modern.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">To be honest, from certain angles, it would be easy to mistake this place for an old factory or prison perhaps. Interesting in a way. </td></tr>
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And that was the end of a brilliant weekend. <br />
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dittzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692360473584073575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291532947987171901.post-22145113074298660222014-07-05T22:43:00.000+01:002014-07-15T20:49:21.388+01:00Coniston Old Man and Swirl How<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The Old Man of Coniston. Sounds like a hermit mebbe? Grey, grubby and bearded, hiding in a cave somewhere? I love the name and the images it conjures up. Love of the name is a good enough reason to go see what's at the top as far as I'm concerned, and that's one of the reasons why we were here this weekend.</div>
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The other reason was Le Tour d' France. Fantastic event that it is, it threatened to completely scupper our weekend by making it impossible to drive anywhere in the Dales. We did think about going to the Peak District, and then realised that all the cycling (<s>nuts</s>) enthusiasts would be heading south after the first leg, so we decided to get out of the way and go west.</div>
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And like all brilliant ideas, this one was mine.</div>
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Peter has moments of brilliance too, and finding the caravan site was his. <a href="http://www.piercottageconiston.co.uk/caravanpark.html" target="_blank">Pier Cottage Caravan Park</a> was idyllic and perfect for us with our little camping van. Each pitch is separated by loose hedges and trees and the site is right on the edge of Coniston Water. We were worried about midges, but even they weren't a problem. It was gorgeous. </div>
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So we arrived Friday night, and Saturday morning we set off on a beautiful morning on a date with the Old Man of Coniston. Our route up was dotted with wonderful sights that no photograph can ever show properly.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Church Beck has so many waterfalls, most of them you can only hear, not being able to get close enough to to admire. This one is right alongside the path though. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of my favourite points of the walk. This is the Miners Bridge across Church Beck. Just beautiful. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Further along the path we start to climb towards Crowberry Haws (another wonderful name). The foxgloves were just begging to be photographed. How could you not with a back drop like that?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As we reached Crowberry Haws, we were joined by what Peter described as a motorway of people traffic. They had parked just above Heathwaite and walked up Big Hill to join the path. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Onwards and upwards. Along with the hordes, we climbed Stubthwaite and Colt Crags respectively. (Not literally, there is a nice steep, rocky and windy path around them). We then reached the old abandoned quarries and levels.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As so often happens, the leftovers of man's destruction take on a beauty of their own. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Next stop, Low Water, which isn't very low at all at 1795ft. A lovely place for a snack stop. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Going up and looking down. That's Low Water below us. The highest point of the hill in the near distance (I didn't really just type that did I?), is Wetherlam. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top of the world. Or in this case, the top of The Old Man of Coniston. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our route to Swirl How. It's a nice walk. Most of the people who'd reached the summit of Coniston Old Man turned to go back the way they'd come. Now the path got quieter, and all you could hear was the wind.......... And by 'eck it was flamin' loud......! And cold! Hats, gloves, extra layers and coats.... we had everything on! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We paused at Levers Hawse for a drink, enjoying the view of Levers Water and Coniston Water in the distance. So blue. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Still a little way to go to get to the summit of Swirl How though. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nearly there. Aren't the views fantastic? That's Black Sails to the right, and the ridge behind leading to Wetherlam. I loved the luminescent green lichen on the rocks up here too, it added so much character to the place. I think I like Swirl How.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Swirl How summit cairn. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">OK. So we've done the up, and now we're going down. It's warmer in the shelter of the mountains. Our path took us under Black Sails down to Levers Water. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From Levers Water the path is clear easy to follow over Kennel Crag and Tongue Brow. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As we continued downhill, the sunlight played on the old coppermines. It looks lovely doesn't it. These are crepuscular rays apparently. Peter teaches people how to paint them in his classes. </td></tr>
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After the coppermines we reached the Miners Bridge and followed our footsteps back through Coniston to our caravan site. 10 miles and nearly 3000 ft of up and down. Not an easy walk but worth it.<br />
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dittzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692360473584073575noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291532947987171901.post-57334221704187680862014-06-29T22:11:00.000+01:002014-07-15T20:48:44.139+01:00Bolton Priory to Simon's Seat<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I'm thinking I shouldn't have walked so far yesterday, cos today I've set meself up for an 11 mile walk in Wharfedale. And I can't back out of it, cos I posted the walk on the <a href="http://www.forum.walkersforum.com/index.php" target="_blank">Walkers Forum</a> and agreed that a guy called Ed was gonna join me on the walk. I hope I've got the energy!<br />
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Today's walk was a mix of two I've walked with Peter. I have good memories of them both, and it seemed a brilliant idea to work out a route to combine them. Ed was in for a treat.<br />
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So we met at the Bolton Abbey car park, and we started the day with a good old chunter. It was £8 to park for the day! I mean...... EIGHT POUNDS! <br />
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After we calmed down, we sort of supposed the money for the parking paid for the upkeep of area, so mebbe it wasn't that bad after all. So, chuntering completed, feet booted and backs packed, we set off. The first port of call was Bolton Priory<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bolton Priory. Doesn't it look good in the sunlight. As you can see, we had brilliant weather for the walk. </td></tr>
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From there, we crossed the bridge headed North along the Dales Way and alongside the River Wharfe. At Posforth Bridge, we turned away from the river and headed up to the Valley of Desolation, so called because of the damage caused by a storm in 1826. As you can guess, Nature has more or less repaired it now, and it's not very desolate at all. In fact, it's quite pretty.<br />
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There's a waterfall on Posforth Gill here. It's not named on the map, but it's well worth the diversion off the main track to go down and have a look. You have to keep an eye out for the path leading down from the left though. Don't be too busy chatting to notice you've walked past it, (like I did!)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Posforth Gill waterfall. Awesome considering it's unnamed on the map. Shame about the tourist getting into the photo! </td></tr>
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From the waterfall, the path leads on through bracken and mare's tail into a tree plantation before you break out onto the moor.<br />
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The track is easy to follow, Ed and I chatted, enjoying the surroundings and the various little animals that made themselves known to us.<br />
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This is the caterpillar of the Oak Eggar Moth. We saw quite a few of them as we walked.<br />
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The wide clear track took us across the moor, a fantastic place to be - all open and windswept. Nice on a sunny day, not sure I'd like just how windswept it could be on a miserable wet winter one. The rock formations around added interest.<br />
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Funny enough, even though we were heading for Simon's Seat, I never took a picture of the pile of rocks that make up the landmark. Doh!<br />
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I did however take a couple of pictures of the view from the top. This was our lunchtime view.<br />
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The wind was biting cold, and by the end of lunch we were both well wrapped up against it. Time to move on though (and go the wrong way). We set off for Flask Brow and our route down the hill back to the River Wharfe, but ended up walking back to Truckle Crags? We had to turn around and retrace our steps. In my defence your honour, it was easy to miss the path going the other way..... despite it being about 10 foot wide!<br />
Anyway, we reached the lovely wide track going down through the woods to Howgill.<br />
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Once we'd reached the little village, we followed a lane past a little cottage type house with a glorious garden overflowing with flowers. And it really did overflow. We think the gardener must have planted up the lane too - it was full of all sorts of colours and smells. Really really lovely. There were even gooseberries growing! It's a shame we don't have more people who do that sort of thing....... and less people who'll trash it.<br />
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We reached the Wharfe and turned to back along the river and the Dales Way towards our cars. Some of the path is narrow, single file only. But when it opens out - it's beautiful.<br />
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Sand Martins skimmed the river after insects, and the sun was bright and warm. What more can you ask for?<br />
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Further along, a little way past Barden bridge is another, unnamed bridge that has always puzzled me. As well as it's dramatic appearance, it's really quite big for a pedestrian bridge. How come?<br />
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Well, I Googled it. It's not a bridge really. It's an aquaduct, with the added bonus of a footpath. Class eh?<br />
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The next landmark for our walk is The Strid. A place where the all of the water from the River Wharfe is confined into a gulley so narrow it looks like you could get across it with one big stride.<br />
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The Strid gets its name from the Anglo Saxon 'Stryth' meaning Turmoil or Tumult; corrupted into Strid, from the possibility of striding across the channel.</div>
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A little more walking and we reached "the Cavendish Pavilion, Riverside Cafe Restuarant". Well that's what the Bolton Priory blurb calls it. For us it was a convenient loo stop and the place for Ed to buy his compulsory ice cream. Of course I couldn't let him eat one by himself, now could I?</div>
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You know how you get an idea which you dismiss. Well, it doesn't go away does it? It sits there, skulking around the corners of your mind. You might brush it away every time it seems like it's going to be a positive thought, but it never really goes anywhere. It just lingers............<br />
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Well this was one of them idea's. I'd sort of looked at it as a maybe several times, and dismissed it nearly as many because I didn't think I could do it. Except the last time. The last time I looked at this idea, I decided it might be possible after all. </div>
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The idea was to walk to Marske from Richmond and back, but I wanted a circular route. There aren't any easy or obvious rights of way to make this possible. But this last time, I really looked at the OS map, I studied it for some time and finally thought I'd worked it out. I managed to fill in a missing piece of the route using old quarry tracks and a short dash across some MOD land</div>
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Actually, I learnt a lot. I don't usually follow the coast to coast route west from Richmond, so I learnt what I'd been missing. The meadows and scrubby land are absolutely gorgeous, and full of plants and flowers I'd never seen, so I had to learn the names of them all. I also learnt that my camera needs changing. It's never been quite the same since I dropped it into a load of water (the LCD screen sloshed!), and then dropped it onto the pavement, oh and then dropped it onto the pavement again. (Crunchy plastic bits!). I learnt that I really ought to take more care of my navigational aids, (losing the map and then having the batteries die on the GPS is not helpful), and I learnt that some hills are just too steep.<br />
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Actually, it was. I really enjoyed my meander. And this is how it went.......<br />
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Leaving Richmond and heading west along the Coast to Coast route following the farm track past Whitcliffe Farm and High Leases, there are loads of flowers in the hedgerows. Brightest of all is the Meadow Cranesbill. It's parent to many garden varieties of hardy geranium.<br />
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I love how prolific it is, and how you can see it in all the hedges and roadsides across the north. Such a gorgeous colour.<br />
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Once past High Leases you're into Whitecliffe Wood. Full of birds and squirrels and buzzing, busy flying insects. I have to admit I'm not a great fan of things that buzz close to your ear and around your head. I was pleased to see this though, since I've never seen one before.<br />
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It's not that common in the North it seems, so perhaps that's the reason I've not seen one before, or maybe I've just not been looking.<br />
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Out of Whitecliffe Wood and on towards East Applegarth you are surrounded by rough meadows on the banks under Whitcliff Scar. And the flowers were amazing, with many that I haven't seen before. Not least the Common Rock Rose. I would have posted a picture, 'cept my camera doesn't handle yellow very well. In fact, the white balance on it is really poor. I've learnt to compensate when I get the pictures on the computer.... But I can't fix the yellow!<br />
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I did manage to get a picture of this St John's Wort though. Actually, it's a Hairy St John's Wort. Who would have guessed there were so many types of St John's Wort?<br />
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Apparently people used to hang pieces of the plant over religous icons to ward of evil on St John's day. See, another thing I've learnt.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking up to Williance's Leap from Low Applegarth. You can read the story here <a href="http://www.whitclifferecords.co.uk/#/more-about-willance/4523139359" target="_blank">Williance's Leap</a></td></tr>
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As I walked east, past all the Applegarths I continued taking pictures of all the flowers. One of my favourites has to be the Musk Thistle. The first time I every saw one was on a walk toWilliance's Leap. I was amazed at the beautiful spikiness of it.<br />
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It's big, and colourful and spiky and has this curious spider web effect on the flower.<br />
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I really like this plant, but apparently it's an invasive species in other countries, even declared a "noxious weed" in some US states.<br />
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Funny enough, despite the thistle being the national flower of Scotland, this one doesn't grow there.<br />
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I also got to see a hare. The first I've seen around here. I was made up.<br />
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A little further along a cairn marks the path leading off the track and heading towards Marske. I nearly missed the path tho' because someone was camping alongside the cairn. It turned out to be an American from Tennessee called Israel.<br />
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Just after taking these pictures, I realised I'd lost my map. Frustrated, I turned back to walk across several fields to see if I could find it. I didn't, but what I did find was Israel. </div>
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I'd said a brief Hello when we'd met at his tent at the top of the path. It turned out that Israel was heading for Reeth, with the aim of watching World Cup in one of the pubs there. We walked together towards Marske, chatting along the way, he asked me about the route to Reeth from Marske and I managed to give some directions which turned out to be right. (Get me!). </div>
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I've lost my map, but I still have Gizmo, the GPS, and a good sense of where I am. I can also sort of remember my planned route. Once across Downholme Bridge I turned left for a little bit of road walking, heading for the disused quarry alongside. Just past the quarry, there should be a bit of a track heading up the sides of the cliff.</div>
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And this is where I went wrong because I turned off the road too early. I found the quarry all right, but had real difficulty getting up the side of it, because there wasn't a track. It was excessively steep, and took me a couple of attempts to get up the near vertical path. All good fun eh? It certainly got the blood pumping that's for sure. </div>
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I couldn't help noticing the flowers though, despite the noise of the blood pumping in my ears. </div>
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Once at the top of the quarry, I had a bit of difficulty finding my way to the road between Downholme and Hudswell. I knew which direction I should be heading, but I got confused with a permissive right of way, and the road just didn't seem close enough. I was using Gizmo to keep me right, and then I heard the battery warning noise. O oh! I had to turn the GPS off, and rely on my sense of direction.</div>
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As usual I was all eyes and ears as I walked along the road. Because this is MoD land used for training, there isn't much human activity across it. The wildlife is left alone to do whatever wildlife does. This means you get to see all sorts if you're quiet. And lucky. </div>
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There were a few plants in the roadside ditches that surprised me. It looked like someone had just chucked their garden plants out the car window, and they'd taken route. The most dramatic of these that I found is the Monkshood plant. Despite being very lovely to look at, it's also highly toxic and can be used as a poison. Even handling it can cause problems: <a href="http://www.vincelewis.net/monkshood.html" target="_blank">Killer Plant - Monkshood</a> </div>
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So there it is, loads of it, growing beside the road. Scary eh?</div>
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I reached Hudswell and turned off the road following a footpath that would eventually take me down to the River Swale. It was well overgrown along here, but it didn't take long to get to the 400 steps that lead down to Lownethwaite Bridge, and eventually the river itself. </div>
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Nearly home, I followed the river until I reached Richmond Bridge, also known as Green Bridge to the locals. I crossed and took my favourite route up the hill which is a set of steps underneath the castle. And guess what? More strange flowers for me to photograph.</div>
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And then I was home. Footsore but satisfied. OK, I didn't quite do the route I intended, but lessons have been learnt and I know where I have to go next time. Here's the map. I did 12 miles in the end. </div>
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I've wanted to go visit as soon as I realised you could. Peter on the other hand, did not have quite my enthusiasm. "You want to go on a boat, to see birds?" was his comment.<br />
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Me of course, I love the birds, and studying them. I love their colours and shapes, their patterns and their noise. I want to learn everything about them, understand them and watch them. In fact, I could watch them for hours. <br />
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Peter just thinks they're birds.<br />
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OK, so it takes nearly two hours to drive there from Richmond. And OK, the trip to Staple Island that I had wanted for us to go on wasn't available. <b>But, </b>having just completed the trip to Inner Farne, we can't recommend <a href="http://www.farne-islands.com/" target="_blank">Billy Shiels Farne Island boat trip</a> highly enough. And I mean <u>we</u>. Peter really enjoyed it too. Definitely value for money, and definitely worth the drive and our time. We enjoyed it so much, we got off the boat at the end and asked each other "Can we go again?"<br />
I've deleted over 100 photo's and I still have 181 left, which of course made it very difficult to select which ones to put on here. <br />
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<b>First</b> there was the little boat trip/tour showing us the islands in general. This is Staple Island, the one that I had hoped we could land on.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Pinnacles just off Staple Island</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I picked this one because of the bird flying. Looks odd doesn't it. These are Guillemots and Kittiwakes</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can't even begin to work out how many there are.</td></tr>
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Moving on from Staple Island, we were taken to see the grey seal colony.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was dead chuffed with this picture, cos I didn't even know I'd taken it, and it was quite hard to get a photo of the seals in the water. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So cute. This must be a very late pup, as there was only one other that looked like a youngster. Normally, the pups are born in the Autumn.</td></tr>
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From what I can make out, there are tours to see the grey seals available in October, check out the NT site for more info <a href="http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/farne-islands/visitor-information/" target="_blank">National Trust - Farne Islands</a></div>
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After the seals, a look at the lighthouse from where Grace Darling did her thing.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Longstone lighthouse from where Grace Darling spotted the wrecked ship and then went with her father in a rowing boat to rescue the survivors.<br />
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Inner Farne is tiny. People have got bigger back gardens! But I have to say, for us, an hour and a quarter just wasn't enough time. We absolutely loved it. Here are the pictures:</div>
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<b>Arctic Terns</b></div>
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Aggressive little beggars - they attack as you walk past. We were advised to put hats on, but they can still hurt with them sharp little beaks. <br />
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They are only protecting their nests, which are right alongside the walkway. You have to be careful where you put your feet lest you stand on eggs, or chicks, or a sitting bird.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When you see this coming towards you, you duck.</td></tr>
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Beautiful birds though, and this one is in a much happier mood. He was only a few feet away from my camera.<br />
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<b>Black-headed Gulls</b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Black-headed Gulls have chocolate brown heads. These seem like nesting in the same area as the Puffins.</td></tr>
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<b>Guillemot</b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think there might have been more Guillemots than any other type of bird. There are also Shags and Kittiwakes nesting on these cliffs. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Unlike the other birds on the island, the Guillemots seemed to keep well away from the visitors. I managed to get pictures of these chicks using Peter's camera.</td></tr>
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Some of the Guillemots have a white ring around their eye, with a line to the back of the head, a bit like they've overdone it with the white eyeliner. These are called Bridled Guillemots, although I don't know why, we saw a few, and there doesn't appear to be any racism amongst the birds, they were quite happy mixing n breeding with the non bridled Guillemots. </div>
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<b>Kittiwake</b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I only got one clear picture of a Kittiwake. They tended to stay away from the people too. Very noisy birds, but pretty too. </td></tr>
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<b>Razorbill</b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Easy to mix up with Guillemots from a distance. I really like these, especially with those white go faster stripes on the bill</td></tr>
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<b>Sandwich Tern</b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A noisy group of Sandwich Terns nesting away from the visitors walkway. I like the black crests, a bit like a loose toupee in the wind.</td></tr>
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<b>Shag</b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This bird still has unhatched eggs. But many Shags had nests of two or three large furry chicks.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not a pretty bird. When you see them like this, it's easy to imagine their reptilian ancestry.</td></tr>
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<b>Puffin</b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px;">I must of taken 50 photo's of empty sky and fuzzy things whizzing past, trying to get this picture. It was like Kings Cross Station - birds coming in with beaks full of sand eels, and birds flying out to get more. </td></tr>
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All in all a wonderful wonderful trip. Highly recommended, even if you're like Peter and not that interested in birds. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cormorants and Shags do not have the oils that other sea birds have to make their feathers waterproof. That's why you often see them stood like this - they're drying out!</td></tr>
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So today Peter was running his 2nd day of his Grasmere workshop, which meant I had another day to play whilst he worked. I decided I was going to take it easy today, so first of all I had a wander around the little town. That cost me a fortune!<br />
So, once I'd dropped off my purchases back at the camper van, I decided I wanted to go out and find out about <a href="http://www.edenonline.net/pages/faeryland.htm" target="_blank">Faeryland</a>, a sort of cafe that I'd heard of, and then perhaps walk around Grasmere up to Rydal Water.<br />
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Well, I can tell you Faeryland is a lovely place to sit and enjoy coffee n cake. You can watch the ducks and birds and enjoy the view across Grasmere. The little rowing boats look fun too.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackdaw. I really like these birds, and crows. They really are quite handsome.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking across Grasmere from Faeryland.</td></tr>
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From the little cafe, I followed the road up hill until I reached a house called The Lea. Just past it is a permissive path that leads down to the lake and around alongside it until you reach the southern edge. It was a good job there weren't many cars, because there loads of people and no paths.<br />
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I loved all the flowers growing along the walls and edges. I must have looked a right numpty crouching in corners against the side of the road, trying to get the macro feature on my camera to focus. I think the trouble is that the camera is cleverer than me. I try to make it do things my way, and it fights me at every shot! <br />
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We reached a compromise in the end though..............................<br />
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There are Rhododendrons everywhere. Lovely to look at, but unfortunately the plant seems to be taking over in some areas, and has to be brought under control. So pretty though.<br />
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Once down at the lakeside, I sat or strolled according to whim, enjoying the views and the wildlife.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The large white house in the centre is Allen Bank. It used to be owned by Wordsworth and must have one of the best views in England.</td></tr>
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And of course the flowers, it's definitely the time of year for them.<br />
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Once I'd reached the south shore of Grasmere, I followed the river Rydal to the car park alongside Rydal water. Looking for the best route back, I decided to retrace my steps, because the only alternative seemed to be to follow a busy road.<br />
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Well there isn't a Grasmere Horseshoe, or an Easedale Horseshoe. But maybe there should be.<br />
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Peter was running one of his two day workshops in Grasmere, and I tagged along, so that he could work and I could play and enjoy a walk in the Fells. Almost a tradition is for Peter to walk to the summit of Helm Crag on the Saturday evening of this workshop, and I wanted to join him. Or as per today, meet him.<br />
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So the walk was worked out to end on Helm Crag at about 6.30pm. I had all day, could take it as easy as I liked, and go where I pleased. So I did. <br />
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I've put the map on first this time, cos that way it's probably easier to see what the photographs are about. Start at Grasmere, clockwise round to High Raise, and meet Peter at Helm Crag. I didn't work it out until I wrote this blog post, but for the Wainwright baggers amongst you, there are six on this route: Blea Rigg, High Raise, Sgt Man, Calf Crag, Gibson Knott and Helm Crag. But you could easily have made it seven with a little diversion onto Silver Howe at the start.<br />
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An it really was the day of the Tarns, they were everywhere, some of them quite beautiful. Here are the pictures.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is a little after the start of the walk. That's Helm Crag on the left, then over on the opposite side of the valley you have Seat Sandal, Fairfield and Great Rigg. Great Rigg isn't really higher than Fairfield, it's just closer. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This little unnamed tarn just south under Lang Howe was so lovely I couldn't stop taking pictures.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They were so pretty. They're called Bogbean, it doesn't seem right does it?</td></tr>
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From Lang Howe, there are a couple of castles: Little Castle How and Great Castle How. And some fantastic views.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking down Langdale from Little Castle How.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This little tarn is one of two just southwest under Great Castle How</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meadow Pipit on Blea Rigg</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Easedale Tarn from Blea Rigg</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First sight of Stickle Tarn on my left as I'm walking. You can see Harrison Stickle dead centre and Pavey Ark to the right.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And on my right.... Codale Tarn and Easedale Tarn.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sergeant Man. I've always thought it an odd name. I wonder how it got it?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stickle Tarn sort of centre, and Thunacar Knott on the right. Thunacar Knot is a brilliant name. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">High Raise next. This is the Trig Point and the highest point of the walk.</td></tr>
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From High Raise, down to Low White Stones and Greenup Edge is fairly uneventful. Then a right turn to follow the C2C for a little while past Birks. Nice and boggy around there, I can tell you. Then I turned north and headed for Brownrigg Moss (another little tarn and the last one of the walk), and Calf Crag.<br />
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I needn't have worried about Peter. I arrived at six, and then had a wonderful half hour enjoying the views, the weather and chocolate until he got there. Brilliant eh?</div>
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So that worked out at about 12 miles (cos of me meandering) and about 3100ft of up and down. A good walk because there are no really long steep climbs, it's more of a continuous and relatively gentle up as you make your way towards High Raise. Just right for me. </div>
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Finally, we enjoyed a lovely steak dinner at the Lamb Inn to end the day. Nice. </div>
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Peter has his second workshop day tomorrow and I'm just going to wander off for a little mooch around. It's going to be lovely. </div>
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dittzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692360473584073575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291532947987171901.post-8708256943054091222014-05-27T23:08:00.000+01:002014-11-21T21:33:59.102+00:00Welsh Gems<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's day three of our long Welsh Weekend, which should have been four days, but isn't.<br />
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Peter had some urgent stuff to sort out workwise, the weather forecast is poor, and we have to get home tonight, so we abandoned the planned short walk for a tourist day, starting with the first little gem, the lovely town of Beddgellert.<br />
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I left Peter working, and went off to see Gelert's Grave, something I'd wanted to visit since I'd seen it on the Walkersforum.<br />
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Walking through the town, I was delighted to see this. So much better than a billboard or a neon sign.<br />
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And these fantastic carvings are outside Beddgelert Woodcraft, a brilliant shop capable of prising money out of anyone's purse, including mine.<br />
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It's just a short walk to Gelert's Grave:<br />
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A poignant story. Beddgelert means "Gelert's Grave", so that's how the town got its name.<br />
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But it wasn't really the grave itself that I wanted to see. It was this:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The bronze sculpture has been placed in the remains of this old building. You don't see it until you get to the doorway. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I loved it. Look how his back and head have been polished by all those hands touching it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don't the rhoddendrons look wonderful. Unfortunately, they are considered an invasive species, as they crowd out all other plantlife. The various environmental agencies are having to bring the plant under check. Still looks pretty though. </td></tr>
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So after our potter around Beddgelert, we drove off to have a look at <a href="http://cadw.wales.gov.uk/daysout/harlechcastle/?lang=en" target="_blank">Harlech Castle</a>. You know how we like castles............<br />
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An impressive place, nearly as good as Caernarfon Castle. (Which we must go back to).<br />
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With three to four hour drive ahead of us, it was time to start thinking about going home. Luckily we went the wrong way (my directions), and got to see Swallow Falls.<br />
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So that was the end of that weekend. Next weekend, Peter has a workshop in Grasmere, I'm tagging along so I can go for a walk or two in the Lakes. I'm really looking forward to it.</div>
dittzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692360473584073575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291532947987171901.post-55523457598271484592014-05-26T00:07:00.000+01:002014-11-21T21:41:06.077+00:00Dinorwic Slate Mine and Mynydd Perfedd<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This walk was a bit of a mistake. I say a bit of a mistake, but what I really mean it was a lot of mistakes. We didn't know the area, we didn't know about the unmapped paths that we could've taken and we didn't have the full OS Map with us. We started late, (after midday), and when I planned the walk I completely misunderstood the route of previous walkers. And last but not least, I very much underestimated how quickly one of those nice steep Welsh slopes can devastate energy reserves and leave a person, (me), lying collapsed and exhausted in an undignified lump three quarters of the way up a mountain.......<br />
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We'll start with the beginning, which is a WalkersForum post <a href="http://www.walkersforum.com/viewtopic.php?f=36&t=585">Dinorwic Slate Quarry and Elidir Fach & Elidir Fawr</a>. I've just looked at it again as I write this blog entry, and knowing what I know now, I can see that I went seriously, absolutely, positively, disastrously, (well, maybe not quite), terribly, terribly wrong. And I don't even know how, or why I planned our route the way I did.</div>
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Never mind, on the plus side, we got to see the Dinorwic Slate Quarry and some magnificent views, I managed more miles and ascent than I've ever done on a walk, and we've learnt a little bit about Wales.</div>
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Anyway over to the photographs:</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The walks starts very near to the entrance of the Llyn Peris Power Station. A path from the main road leads up, up, up to the quarry. It's steep and long, but the green and the shadows from the trees made it quite enchanting. This is one of Peter's photo's</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As I said, it's steep, and just keeps going up and up. The slate piled up alongside, and the occasional glimpse beyond the trees. Lovely.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">OK, so we've got so far. But the path still keeps going up. This is Llyn Peris, looking very blue. The people who worked these mines must have had leg muscles of steel, walking up and down these hills all the time. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eventually we got to the mine buildings. This is obviously a row of miners cottages. Each one had two rooms, a cold shelf and a fireplace. All made from slate of course. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking around these places you wonder about it all. What was it like to live here?<br />
Peter took this picture, and the next one too. Good aren't they? Which is why I nicked them off him of course.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now the terraced cottages are all just ruins, Nature's wriggling green fingers pushing through and taking over. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There are so many old buildings up here, like this winch house. The winch would have pulled rail carts up and down the hill. It's a shame it's not working anymore, I could have done with it to get me up the hill. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nature always seems to win through. These little trees have found a way to grow in the slate. Amazing. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An added bonus was getting to see these Welsh Mountain Goats taking it easy. Those horns look so powerful. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But we've not finished going up. Oh no! We're going to carry on up followin that concrete track. To the right is a quarry, which appears to be much loved by climbers, judging by the numbers making their way across. Looking at the WalkersForum post, perhaps we should have had a looksee. Maybe next time. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking down on how far we've come. Looking over the site, you want to go back in time. Who worked here? Where did they work and what did they do? What was this building for, or that one. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But even though we're a long way up, we've still quite a bit more up to go yet. </td></tr>
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So we left the quarry, and the slopes of Elidir Fach, and followed the road North East towards the Marchlyn Bach Reservoir. The flat road was welcome after the steep route up under the bright sky and hot sun. As we walked, we realised we could see the whole of the Isle of Anglesey and the Menai Strait<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I couldn't fit the whole view onto one photo. This is looking to the left, and Caernarfon</td></tr>
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We reached the reservoir, had a quick pit stop and then followed the road heading for the dam of the Marchlyn Mawr Reservoir. Now we had another climb, this time to get to the summit of Carnedd y Filiast, we couldn't see a path on the map, so we chose to go straight up the very steep side. And yes, very, very, VERY steep. For me at least. The blasted hill just kept getting bigger. Every time I looked up, there was more of it above. I did collapse into the proverbial heap at one point, but once rested, it was time to keep going on up.<br />
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And then we were finally up. My poor lungs and legs were so grateful.</div>
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But we weren't going to stop there. From Carnedd y Filiast we were to make our way to Mynydd Perfedd, and then onto the high point of the walk, Elidir Fawr, the one in the photo above. </div>
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We carried on the planned route to Mynydd Perfedd though, which turned out to be a brilliant decision Peter was ahead of me, (as usual), and reached a high stile over a stone wall. As he took the steps I heard him say Ow! Ow! Ow! </div>
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"What's up?" I'm asking as I reach the stile. Then I realise. It wasn't Ow! Ow! Ow! It was WOW! WOW! WOW!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view from Mynydd Perfedd. It was just stunning. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little further round, looking over to Tryfan. Credit for these two pictures goes to Peter again. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Following the path from Mynydd Perfedd to Elidir Fawr. Majestic Snowdon is ahead, with the Crib Goch ridge on the left. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Marchlyn Mawr Reservoir to our right.</td></tr>
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So now we had to work out how to get our tired legs back to the starting point. And this is where things started to go a bit awry. The OS map shows a ROW going straight downhill into the valley below us, but Peter had spotted a path running along the side of Elidir Fawr. We decided to take that one.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There is a path running along the side of this mountain, honest.</td></tr>
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The path was a bit hairy in parts, and hard work to be honest, climbing over rubble and scree in parts, but eventually it lead us to another path and another until we were in Nant Peris. Which is not where we wanted to be, but at least we knew the way back from there. (If we'd had a full version of the OS Map, we'd have seen the ROWs which would have saved us so much walking. But Hey Ho, you live and learn)</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking back at Llanberis Pass</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dinorwic Quarry in the evening light. It looks almost pretty. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The remains of Dolbardarn Castle, again looking wonderful in the evening light. </td></tr>
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Those last three pictures are only due to the fact that we got it wrong again. A right wrong it seems. </div>
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Anyway, tallying it all up at the end of the day, it turned out we'd done 12 miles and 3400 ft of up. Hard work. The thing is, now I've worked out where I went wrong, we have to go back to do it right. That'll be for another visit then. </div>
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Tomorrow we're gonna take it easy. Peter has some work stuff to sort out, and it's going to rain again, so we've decided to do some touristy visits. After a good night's rest that is. </div>
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dittzzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692360473584073575noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291532947987171901.post-59931971580314859932014-05-25T21:46:00.000+01:002014-11-21T21:33:10.289+00:00A long Welsh Weekend - Conwy Castle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So here we are, on a lovely campsite in Wales. Our surroundings are beautiful, the campsite is really pleasant, and I could smell onions frying whilst Peter cooked the dinner. It sounds just like our holiday to Skye dunnit? There is one MASSIVE difference though. Whilst we had sunshine nearly all the way in Skye, here, it's absolutely chucking it down. There are bucket loads of water coming out of the sky, putting the dampers (literally) on everything, especially at the campsite. The people in tents are probably the most more fed up with the wet stuff, but all of us are wishing it would clear off.<br />
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If the weather had been better, we'd have been here a day earlier to be honest, but the weatherman said it was gonna chuck it down, and it did. So, although we were gonna be here for four days, we've cut it down to three, and today, Sunday, is day one.</div>
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So today, knowing that the clouds were gonna spend all day emptying themselves on our heads, we decided to drive down from Yorkshire in the morning and spend a few hours in Conwy in the afternoon. I'd seen some pictures of Conwy Castle on the Walkersforum, and after spending a little time on the Tripadvisor site, I thought it looked like a lovely place to visit.</div>
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We started with a visit to Conwy Castle. I have to admit idea of visiting Conwy was prompted by a <a href="http://www.walkersforum.com/viewtopic.php?f=36&t=75&p=604&hilit=conwy+castle#p604" target="_blank">Walkersforum member who wrote about the walls. </a></div>
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I'd come up with a list of things to do in the town, researched through <a href="http://www.tripadvisor.co.uk/Attractions-g186437-Activities-Conwy_Snowdonia_National_Park_North_Wales_Wales.html" target="_blank">Trip Advisor - Things to do in Conwy</a>, and walking the Castle walls was on that list. </div>
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Sadly, we never got to walk the walls, cos it rained too much.</div>
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But the castle was brilliant, although I have to say getting up and down the stairs in those towers is telling on the legs. Worth it for the views though.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking North West from the castle, over the River Conwy as it joins the sea. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A South East view</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The estuary again, </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking over to Conwy Town. </td></tr>
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Me n Peter love an old ruin. And Conwy Castle is a good 'un. As usual we were in our element. We got a good view of the Suspension Bridge too.</div>
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