A short walk in the Howgills.

Today's walk was intended to be a lot longer, but ended up only three and a half miles because I was really struggling.  We decided this was due to loads of different things, and tomorrow I should be in better fettle.
Shame really, because I was really looking forward to it.
Anyway, we started from Sedbergh and walked alongside Settlebeck Gill, which really is a lovely little gushing stream, with lots of tiny falls.

It took us absolutely ages to get up this bank, because I was finding it so difficult.  Peter was dead patient and took loads of photo's whilst he waited.  I got a few too.

We decided at the top to shorten our route and instead of going right along the Rowantree Grains path, turned  left to reach the trig point on the top of Winder.

The weather at the top wasn't brilliant, but I do love the way the Howgills' sort of roll. The views were wonderful.  From there we made the descent into Sedbergh.

I'm a bit miffed with myself for not being able to go further today, as I had been looking forward to the walk all week, but there was a silver lining.  With our walk cut short we decided to stop in Hawes on the way back to see if we could find some walking sticks and, more importantly find a tea shop for coffee n cake.   Not only did we get a new pair of sticks, and coffee, and cake, I got myself a new pair of boots as well. Class eh?

3.5 miles, 1321 ft.  Total 12.3 miles, 2639 ft

First walk of 2012. Upper Wharfdale.

This was our first chance this year to get out for a walk.  We've not been on a walk since 28 November last year, so this was to be a nice easy one.  No steep hills.  I wasn't expecting Peter to come up with something nearly nine miles. 




Buckden Beck, Wharfedale

But he did.  And we walked it.
It was quite an easy walk though, 
We walked in Upper Wharfdale,  from Buckden, to Starbotton and on to Kettlewell where we crossed the river and walked along the Dales Way until we were back at Buckden again.  




Upper Wharfedale

The sky was overcast all day,  and the air was cold, with a nip in the wind up on the higher ground.  The hills were quite bleak, (which I like to be honest), and down on the floor of the valley, we listened to hundreds of seagulls and crows.


Bleak moors above 

It was a very pleasant if relatively uneventful day.  I did hear and then see my first pair of oyster catchers  this year, we had lunch in The Racehorses pub in Kettlewell, which was delicious.  I can certainly recommend their Cream of Broccolli soup


Starbotten and Wharfedale 

We also saw a pair of Goosanders on the river.  They must have wintered in England.  Cool. 








Fantastic old red tractor

River Wharfe

Step Gill

I should say that the nearly nine miles nearly did me in.  My legs were definitely at the point of seizing up completely by the time we got back to the car.  But well worth it. 
Can't wait for the next one.


February Snowdrops

Our Route
8.8 miles, 1318 ft

Whernside

Whernside from Bleamoor Sidings

Force Gill Aqueduct

Force Gill Aqueduct.  Ingleborough in the distance

It wasn’t supposed to be cold, wet and windy.  The forecast was for sun and a bit of a breeze. As we drove from Richmond, through Redmire and Hawes, the weather was lovely.  But as we left Hawes and approached the Ribblehead Viaduct, the weather turned.  The blue sky went black, the sun hid, the wind made the car feel like it had dropped a gear and the rain hammered the windowscreen.  All I could think was “That’s mean!” 

We parked near the viaduct and went to the back of the car to get our boots.  OH MY GOD!  (Except I’m not religious.) How cold was that wind?  The extra clothes we didn't need but dropped into the boot anyway,  were suddenly very, very necessary.  I ended up in 5 layers and 3 hats.  Waterproof trousers and ski gloves were donned.  It was so cold. 

Nameless tarn on the slopes of Whernside

A view from ridge up to Whernside Trig Point

The Ribblehead Viaduct from Whernside

Ribblehead Viaduct from Bruntscar

Darkness Descending on Ribblehead Viaduct

Commemorative plaque, from the Geograph Website.
 © Copyright Steve Partridge and licensed for
 reuse under this Creative Commons Licence.  

Once dressed for the weather we started walking.  The rain came at us sideways - ice needles against the face.  After 100 yards I looked at Peter and asked.  “Are we really gonna do this?”  “Yep,” he sez “we’re here now”.   So, head down, off we went.

Now I have to be honest, I was looking forward to this walk.  Not because going up Whernside would mean I’d completed all three peaks, but because of the Ribblehead Viaduct.  I have always been fascinated by it, and wanted to get up close.  So now, here we were, walking alongside it, but the weather was so bad I couldn’t lift my head to look.  Very disappointing.  Peter pointed out that we would pass it on the way back, but remembered it would be dark.  I was quite disheartened.

Then, as suddenly as it started, the wind and rain stopped and the sun appeared.  It was just lovely.  We weren’t far into the walk, only at Blea Moor station house, and now we could get the cameras out. Unzipping coats and removing gloves, the walk became a pleasant experience.

From the station house, we went on to the Aqueduct, which I wanted to see and found interesting, and then the start of the climb to the top of Whernside.  Lots of lovely things to see, such as Force Gill waterfall, in full flow due to all the recent rain, a tarn with no name and the fantastic views from the walk along the top.

And as for the weather? It was like a teenage girl getting ready for her first date.  It couldn’t settle on anything.  The sun came out, and then disappeared.  The sky was clear, then full of black clouds.  The rain disappeared over the horizon and then came back suddenly, all cold and hard.  

And the wind.........?  Well the wind was usually trying to blow us over, and almost succeeding sometimes.  But then, just to be contrary, it disappeared entirely?  Trying to walk up hill with the wind against you makes an easy slope hard work.  Taking our gloves off meant that our hands started to feel frozen within minutes.   Every so often you felt a gust nearly knock you over.  It was exhilarating.  And cold!

So we got to the top of Whernside, ate a cold Cornish pasty with gloved hands, enjoyed the glorious views and then made the descent.  We knew we would have to get a move on, because it would be dark by four o’clock.  

We kept getting closer and closer to the viaduct, and I kept taking more pictures.  Finally we were there, and it wasn’t raining, or blowing a gale and I could have a good, but hurried look, because it was really getting dark.  An amazing piece of architecture I reckon, and I especially like the commemorative plaque beneath.  Eloquent.   

Our route

Despite the weather, it was a good walk and an interesting day.  I think I might like to do that one again sometime.  But perhaps in better weather