So, for the last few months it’s been difficult to get out and about so my walking has largely been restricted to the Plantations and the nearby country lanes. Last Monday we had our first snow fall of the winter and we’ve had a few more since, the last one yesterday. it’s not so cold, so there’s a partial thaw which then freezes overnight and so when the next lot of snow arrives it tends to fall onto ice, which together with ice formed due to compacted snow on the footpaths, can make it a little treacherous underfoot. Care is needed!
There was snowfall yesterday afternoon and this morning it was sunny, cold and frosty, so I wrapped up and set out for a wander.
It’s been a while since I’ve put a post up on here. Since our holiday in Anglesey back at the beginning of October I’ve not had much opportunity to stray far from home, except for my walk in the Westmoreland Dales. This has been due to a combination of factors. We’ve been back in lock down in England for the past month, which has limited my horizons for walking and has continued to prevent us from getting out and about, visiting museums and galleries etc., and on top of that work has been very busy. This has also meant that I’ve not been keeping up with the posts on the blogs I follow – something I’ll try and remedy in the near future as work goes a little quieter after this week.
The nights drawing in – it’s getting dark now by half past four – has also limited opportunities to get out for a walk after I’ve finished work for the day. Despite this I’ve managed to keep myself from going completely stir crazy by getting out for a wander in the plantations and the country lanes to the north of the town whenever I can.
When the Covid situation first arose, I was worried that I might find it boring wandering around the same territory, but I’ve enjoyed watching the changes taking place as we move through the seasons. I can also vary my route to some extent and have worked out circular routes of between 3 and 8 miles leaving from the front door, mainly keeping to paths through the woods and quiet tracks through the fields. The wet Autumn weather has caused the quieter paths through the woods to get very wet and muddy underfoot which has restricted my options a little of late – time to get some wellies once the shops open up again after Tuesday!
I’ve been snapping photos on my phone during my walks – they illustrate changes over the past couple of months. Here’s a few 🙂
We come out of lockdown on Tuesday (or is it Wednesday?). Doesn’t really matter as we’re going to be Tier 3 in Greater Manchester and most of Lancashire so I’m going to have to stay local for a while – no wandering up to the Lakes for a walk for a while by the looks of things. I’ll have to keep making the most of the Plantations.
A couple of weeks ago I drove up the M6 to the Westmorland Dales near to Orton, which I’d last visited back in June. I fancied a walk somewhere relatively quiet and I knew this area in the north of the Yorkshire Dales National Park (despite being in Cumbria) would fit the bill. It was forecast to be a fine day and I knew that the Lakes and the more popular parts of the Dales were likely to be busy. It’s not far off the motorway and only just over an hour’s drive from home – at least when the traffic isn’t so heavy on the M6. The terrain is different from most of the lakes too – it’s limestone country. I parked up in a small rough parking area a couple of miles north of Orton village, donned my boots and set off. I had a route in mind, longer than during my last visit, treading over some of the same ground.
It was a fine, bright morning – a little chilly after a cloud free night in autumn. Looking over to the Pennines in the distance there was cloud over Cross Fell (the highest point in England outside of the Lake District), Great Dun Fell and High Cup Nick.
I walked over the moor and turning south and made my way over the limestone pavement towards the monument on Beacon Hill.
There was a small group of cyclists sitting by the monument. I sat down a few metres away from them and had a coffee from my flask.
Looking back over the limstone pavement towards the Pennines
and over to the North Lakes – there’s Blencathra with its distinctive “saddeback” in the distance
I carried on down towards the extensive limestone pavement of Grat Asby Scar
There were very few people about.
Quite a few sheep, mind
After a while the path turned into a track and then joined a minor road. I continued along the tarmac about half a kilometre then turned south along a path through the fields. I watched a couple of shepherds herding a small flock into the back of their trailer. There were more sheep further on and some cattle too.
Looking over farmland towards the Pennines
At the end of the fourth field my I turned right beside the drystone wall heading south west. Last time I was up here there were cattle in the field close to the path that were eying me up. I’d felt a little nervous. There were cattle here again, with their calves, but further back from the path. One of them was making quite a bit of noise so I made my way briskly to the gate into the next field. I carried on eventually reaching more limestone pavement. Reaching a junction I turned south down the route of the long distance trail, the Dales High Way – a path I hadn’t followed during previous visits.
I carried on down the Dales High Way, through fields
passing stunted trees
heading towards Sunbiggin tarn, a Site of Special Scientific Interest.
with views of the Howgill Fells in the distance
Time to stop for a little while to eat my packed lunch and drink another coffee. It’s quite a lonely place, off the beaten track. There were a couple of horse riders just up the hill and a couple of cars parked up on the road, but their owners must have been off on a walk.
I retraced my steps for about a kilometre and then turned west towards the small settlement of Sunbiggin
I was now on the route of the Coast to Coast path and passed a few walkers heading in the opposite direction, at least some of them following the long distance route.
I walked on a short section of tarmac before turning west across more fields.
I spotted these unusual spotted sheep in a field from the road
I’d never seen sheep like them before and a little research on the Internet revealed them to be Dutch Spotted Sheep. An unusual breed in the UK.
There were good views over to the Howgills
Back onto softer ground which was muddy in places, especially by the gates, following some recent heavy rain.
There were sheep in some of the fields I had to cross, which wasn’t a worry. I could see some cattle in adjacent fields, and was hoping I’d be able to avoid them. However, there were a few young beasties along with sheep in the final field I had to cross. It looked like they might have been bullocks and they weren’t so far off the path. Half way across the field I made the mistake of turning my head to check were they were and met the eye of one of them which immediately started to charge directly toward me! Definitely a bullock then. I stared to shout and wave my arms and, fortunately, it veered off a short distance from me. A close shave as I would certainly have sustained some injuries if it had made contact. I didn’t hang around but made my way as quickly as I could across the field, through the mud and over the stile onto the track on the other side of the wall.
My route required a right hand turn now but I made a short diversion. Turning left, in the field to the left of the track there’s the Gamelands stone circle, one of the largest circles in Cumbria.
The last time I was over here, in April 2017 it wasn’t possible to access the stones and we had to peer at them over the wall. However, since then a gate has been installed and it was possible to get in amongst them for a closer look.
Unfortunately the stones have all been knocked over and some have been removed but the circle was impressive enough and definitely worth my minor detour.
Back on the track I headed north, passing an old lime kiln
and then making my way through more fields (no cattle this time, only sheep!)
The cloud had really come in now, killing the bright light from earlier in the day.
Looking west towards the Shap Fells
I made my way back over Beacon Hill and then took the path across the limestone untoil I reached a gravel track. Turning left, a short walk and I was back at the car.
After changing out of my boots and dumping them along with my rucksack into the boot of the car I set off down the road to Orton. Rather than head straight down to Tebay and the the Motorway Junction I decided to take the minor road towards Shap and joined the Motorway at the junction there. This allowed me to pay a visit to the Tebay services and stock up with some goodies from the farm shop.
The traffic on the M6 was quite heavy from Lancaster down to the M61 Junction, so it took me a little longer to get home than my morning journey up to the start of my walk. But I was still home in good time for my tea!
The weather wasn’t so good last Sunday so I didn’t get out and since then Greater Manchester has joined Lancashire County by having Tier 3 Covid restrictions placed on us. This half baked lockdown means that it looks like it’s going to be local walks for a while.
The Wednesday of our holiday turned out as forecast – wet and windy. So it was a day for staying in, relaxing, catching up on some reading and, at least for one of us (not me!) watching the French Open tennis on the TV. Thursday was very different – a bright sunny day.
We’d thought of driving off to somewhere else on the island, but instead decided we’d repeat our walk along the coast to Moelfre and see if we could get a bite to eat in the cafe or pub.
After the rain on Wednesday, the path down to the beach across the fields was muddy and slippy inplaces, but we were wearing our boots so that wasn’t a major problem.
When we reached the beach, unlike previous days, the tide was in. And, unlike Saturday, the sea was calm.
We followed the same route as Saturday but here’s a few pictures, this time with a calmer sea.
Here’s Porth Forllwyd. With the tide in there was water in the little harbour
and there were a couple of fishermen perched precariously on the rocks
The pebbly beach
Getting close to Moelfre now. There was a good view across the calm sea to Snowdonia. There was some rain falling over there.
Moelfre is an old fishing community but depends on tourism these days. It’s a small village, with not a lot there, but it does have a cafe, a pub, a chippie and a siop (Welsh spelling!)
On a sunny day the cafe was quite busy, but we did manage to get a table outside on the terrace and enjoyed a drink and sandwich after logging in and ordering our selection from the menu via a website – a precaution against you know what. It was still possible, however, for staff to take orders.
After finishing our meal we had a stroll around the village, and then set back retracing our steps along the coastal path to LLigwy beach and then back along the quiet lanes to our accommodation.
We had a relaxing evening then it was up early on the Friday morning to pack , tidy up and load our stuff into the car as we had to leave by 9:30. It was a grotty, morning so we decided to set of back for home. Our options for stopping off on the way home were limited, anyway due to restrictions that had been implemented the day before along most of our route through North Wales.
It had been a good week’s break. The weather had been kind to us, with just a couple of grey, wet days and on one of them I was able to get out in the morning. We chose our week well for the the weather but also because just 2 weeks after returning home, as we live in Greater Manchester we aren’t allowed to travel to Wales 😦
Now, Anglesey isn’t particularly noted for being mountainous – it’s quite flat with a few low hills. So I was rather surprised that the holiday home next to ours was called “Mountain View” (we were in “Sea View” and we could see the sea from the living room window). However, it was facing a rocky hill which turned out to be Yr Arwydd, the highest point on Anglesey and which did have the characteristics of a mountain, even if was only just over 580 feet high. Despite having some of the highest mountains in England and Walesover in Snowdonia, the Welsh do call any large hill a “mountain”. And in case you think Holyhead Mountain is the highest point on Anglesey, it isn’t. Although it is higher it’s actually on a separate, smaller island – Holy island – now connected to the main island of Anglesey by a causeway. So Yr Arwydd is the highest hill on the main island of Anglesey.
Well, I never can resist a hill, so, on the third day of our holiday, even though the sky was grey and rain was promised for the afternoon, I set off mid morning to “head for the hills”. It was dull morning and the light was very flat. Not so good for photos. But I snapped a few with my phone for the memories!
There was a stile just over the other side of the road and climbing over I was on a path through heath and woodland heading in the direction of the hill.
The path took me to a minor single track road which I followed.
It joined another, larger one, not exactly a main road though as I was passed by very little traffic as I made my way towards the hill. I didn’t have to walk too far on the tarmac before I reached a track which skirted the bottom of the hill.
I turned up a path cutting across heathland
Looking back towards the coast
There’s my objective
I took a path across the heather and started my climb up the rocky slope
The path through the heather was indistinct and tricky in places and a little mild scrambling over the rock was required to climb up to the summit.
Even on a grey day, the views from the summit were extensive. Everything on Anglesey was lower than me at that moment and I could see over most of the island.
Unfortunately the mountains the other side of the Menai Straits were completely obscured by cloud. It was clearly chucking it down over there!
The views from up here would be outstanding on a clear day.
There was a good path down the west side of the hill which descended to a parking area. I then followed a track that doubled round and cut across the heather to a small collection of houses
I passed through the hamlet and set of down a path through the fields – I took a wrong turning at one point and had to retrace my steps.
It was really pleasant countryside with some variation in the terrain
I reached the main road at Brynrefail, less than a mile from my accommodation. It was starting to rain now, but it didn’t take me too long to get back. Time for a brew and a bite to eat!
Only a realively short walk that took me a couple of hours, but a very enjoyable one. I’d have have liked to have repeated it on a fine take to take in those views. perhaps another time.
The second day of our holiday the wind had dropped and we were greeted by a fine sunny morning. So the boots were back on and we were off down the path through the fields for another walk on the coastal path, this time heading north towards Traeth Dulas.
The tide was out again when we reached Traeth Lligwy
Off we set. the temperature was just right – neither too hot nor too cold and we were walking in t-shirts for most of the afternoon.
The geology was quite different than when we walked south to Moelfre. That way was dominated by Carboniferous limestone whereas heading north the rocks were predominantly sandstone and shale, deposited in a semi-arid, sub-tropical environment millions of years ago.
We soon reached a concrete lookout post up on the cliff looking over the sea. I reckon this was a remnant from WW2 as it would overlook the shipping route into Liverpool.
The path descended down to a sand and shingle cove before climbing back up on the low cliffs.
As the wind had dropped, the sea was calmer than the day before. We had a brief walk on the sand, inspecting the variety of pebbles that were washed up on thebeach.
Looking south from the beach with the Great Orme and the northern Snowdonia mountains visible on the horizon
Back up on the cliffs
I’d brought my long range lens with me so zoomed in on the tower on Ynys Dulas.
Carrying on the path, down below was Traeth yr Ora. This fantastic beach is only accesible via the coastal path or from the sea – there’s no road or car parks nearby. It was almost deserted except for a small number of people.
Looking down to the beach from the north.
We diverted of the coastal path which swung inland and around the Dulas bay / estuary. We carried on a permissive path along a headland which overlooked the beach and the bay. We spotted a couple of fishermen – I don’t think it was Whitehead and Mortimer though.
The tide was still well out and the Dulas Bay was almost dry. We could see the wreck of a large boat resting on the sand. I wonder whether it was wrecked or just deserted?
The path looped back from the headland and we retraced our steps along the coastal path back toward Lligwy.
We stopped for a while to take a break at this rather attractive carved bench which overlooked the sea.
Interesting rock formations.
We arrived back at Traeth Lligwy. We fancied a brew but the cafe was busy – there was a lengthy queue and all the seating was taken so we decided on a walk along the beach, returning after half an hour or so when the cafe was a lot quieter.
Another good coastal walk on a perfect day for walking.
Our route inland from Moelfre back to our accommodation took us past three ancient monuments, spanning a few thousand years from the Neolithic age to Medieval time. All three under the custodianship of Cadw
After a walk of about a mile on a minor road we took a path across the fields, emerging on a narrow country road. A short walk later we arrived at the LLigwy Burial Chamber, a late Neolithic burial chamber.
The structure with its massive capstone, weighing about 25 tonnes, would have originally been covered by an earthen mound with a small tunnel to allow access into the chamber. The capstone stands above a pit in the ground, a natural fissure in the limestone, and is supported by a series of smaller boulders. Consequently it has a more squat look than many similar structures known as cromlechs in Welsh.
We think of Neolithic people as being primitive, but you can but wonder about their engineering skills and technology they had which enabled them to move such massive lumps of stone and to create structures that have stood for thousands of years. Shifting that capstone today would require some serious lifting gear.
Retracing our steps and walking a short distance further down the road we climbed over a stile and crossed a field to reach the second monument, the early Medieval Capel Lligwy. The Cadw website tells us that
Standing in a lonely spot overlooking Lligwy Bay, little is known about the history of this ruined 12th-century chapel. The stone structure that stands today was probably erected on the site of an older, timber-built Celtic church in the 12th century, when Viking raids on Anglesey came to an end and life on the island became more stable and prosperous.
When we returned to our accommodation I realised we could see the chapel in the distance from the window in the living room.
After mooching around the remains, another path took us further across the field and into woodland. In a clearing we found the Din Llligwy Hut Group monument, the remains of a Romano-Celtic settlement which may date back further to the Iron Age.
The remains of several buildings, all surrounded by a perimeter wall, are clearly visible. “Din” refers to defensive wall. The round structures were probably houses and the rectangular ones barns or workshops.
Although now largely hidden amongst ash and sycamore woodland, it is likely that it originally stood in open countryside.
There’s more information on the ancient settlement here.
The first morning of our holiday, on Saturday, we were greeted by a fine sunny day with a stiff breeze. So after breakfast we got our boots on and set off to take a walk along the coastal path.
First of all we needed to get down to the sea. We could either walk along a minor road, or take a path through the fields. We decided on the latter. It took us across fields and wodland, under a tunnel of trees
It took about 20 minutes to reach the beach at LLigwy. The tide was out revealing an expanse of fine red sand.
Looking over to the north east we could see a tower standing on the small island of Ynys Dulas. At first we thought it was a lighthouse but a quick check on the internet revealed that it was a shelter, built in 1842, for stranded sailors wrecked on the rocky shoreline.
A couple more views over the beach, looking back as we set off over the low cliffs, following the coastal path towards Moelfre.
There was stiff breeze resulting in a rough sea with waves breaking on the rocks below
After a while the path cut inland a short distance as access to the private cove of Porth Forllwyd, with it’s small harbour, wasn’t allowed.
I zoomed in on the little harbour, stranded high and dry at low tide.
Carrying on, we could see the Great Orme in the distance
We diverted off the path to take a look at the monument to the Royal Charter a steam clipper, sailing from Melbourne to Liverpool , which was wrecked on the rocky shoreline of Porth Alerth, which we had just passed, on 26 October 1859 during a major storm. despite the efforts of the people of Moelfre, only 41 of the 452 passengers, many of whom were returning with their finds in the Victorian goldfields, survived. It’s tragic to think that they had travelled all the way across half the word only to meet their end a short distance from their final destination.
Carrying along the path we approached the shingle beach of Porth Helaeth
where visitors had created little pyramids of rocks and pebles.
We approached the headland
and spotted this installation so went for a closer look
a modern piece of work reflecting the island’s history – the three standing stones representing different periods of Ynys Mon, the prehistory, the bronze age and the influence of the Celts, while the stainless steel represents the industry and the modern age all set within circles of Anglesey marble, the geology of the land.
From the headland we had a good view of the small island of Ynys Moelfre
and across the sea to the mountains of Snowdonia
The wavs were crashing on to the rocks below
A little further on we reached the village of Moelfre, passing the lifeboat station where we deposited a small donation into the collection box.
The coast of Anglesey is notorious for ship wrecks. Ships sailing to Liverpool pass the island (we saw quite few out on the horizon during our stay) and many have met their end on the rocky shoreline.
A short distance from the lifeboat station we reached the statue of local hero, Dic Evans, depicted looking out to sea in front of the RNLI exhibition centre. He was coxswain of the Moelfre lifeboat and played a leading role in rescues of of the Hindlea in 1959 and the Nafsiporos in 1966. He was awarded MBE and two RNLI Gold medals. Retiring in 1970,he passed away in 2001 at the grand old age of 96.
The statue was created by Sam Holland. On her website she tells us
cast in fine art bronze. He stands 7 ft high and weighs approximately 400 Kg. The plinth is a granite boulder kindly donated by Hogans’ Gwyndy Quarry. The plinth alone stands 5-1/2 ft high and weighs approximately six tonnes, making the sculpture an imposing 14 ft high.
Following the Covid-19 protocol, we had a look around the RNLI information centre
Reaching the village, we stopped at the local siop (Welsh spelling!) to purchase a few items. We’d intended to grab a bit to eat, but on a sunny Saturday the pub and the local cafe were busy with a queue outside, so we didn’t linger.
We took a different route to return to our accommodation, walking inland to take in some other points of interest. That’s the topic of my next post.
One of the main impacts on my lifestyle due to this damn virus (besides working from home) has been that we’ve been unable to get out and about visiting galleries and exhibitions. So this blog has become a little more one dimensional than usual focusing almost exclusively on my walking. However, during my walk from Mungrisdale a couple of weeks ago I remembered reading somewhere that there was one of Andy Goldsworthy’s Cumbrian sheepfolds near the village. Luckily I had 4G reception on top of Souther Fell and a quick internet search took me to a site that revealed that there was indeed not just one, but two, in fields near Redmire Farm. So, as I expected to get back down to the village mid afternoon and was in no hurry to drive home on a fine day, I decided to see if I could find them. As it transpired, I wasn’t entirely successful.
Reaching the car I decided to dump my walking poles in the boot as I didn’t think I’d need them crossing the expected flat terrain. Following the directions on the website I walked about half mile walk down the road and then turned off down a farm track, and climbed over a stile to take a path across a field. Looking ahead I could see that there was a small herd of cows with their claves standing halfway across the field right on the route of the path. Well, cows might seem fairly docile most of the time but can get aggressive if they think their calves could be threatened and there have been some incidents where people have been injured when charged by the beasties. I decided to be cautious and veered off the route of the path to maintain my distance from them. They looked at me suspiciously as I crossed the field and as I drew level with them they all suddenly started to charge in my direction. Now I was wishing I’d kept hold of my walking poles! As it happened they ran past me stopping at the other side of the field.
Reaching the drystone wall I climber over the stile and there was the sheepfold.
Unlike the others from the project that I’d seen, it was relatively plain – a perfectly round structure, built using traditional dry stone walling techniques, with a narrow entrance.
The instructions to reach the second sheepfold were not so clear but I carried on across the fields to look for it. I’d read that this work appears to be just a heap of gathered stones but that it contains a finished sheepfold concealed among them.
I saw this pile of stones in the next field, overgrown with vegetation. It looked a little underwhelming.
But when I checked the project website on returning home I discovered that I hadn’t gone quite far enough – it was a little further on in the next field. Ah well, at least I managed to find one of them and enjoy the opportunity to get a “fix” of sculpture and tick off another one of Goldsworthy’s structures. I’ll be up that way again, and hopefully there won’t be cows in the fields next time I decide to try and find it!
(I had to cross the field of cows again retracing my steps. They kept their eyes on me again, but this time they stayed put)
The forecast for last weekend was for warm sunny weather – perhaps the last this year – so wanting to take advantage of the good weather I headed up to the Lakes. Still wanting to avoid the crowds, I drove up to Penrith on the M6 and then down the A66 turning north just before Blencathra and followed the minor road to Mungrisdale where I parked up by the Village Hall. I laced up my boots, hoisted my rucksak on to my back, posted my £2 for parking in the honesty box and set off towards the fells.
Through the fell gate – that’s Tongue ahead. I’ll be going up the path that ascends the left hand side of this hill to reach Bowscale Fell. Apparently Wainwright claimed that this was the easiest way in the Lakes to ascend above 2000 feet! But that will do for today.
The path originally hugged the banks of the Glenderamakin river, but storms in recent years have washed a good stretch away. An alternative route has been created across the notorious bog in the valley bottom – fortunately flags have been laid – floating on the morass – to help hapless walkers keep their feet dry.
Cimbing gradually up the side of the fell
There’s a good view of Bannerdale Crags
and as I reached the top of the ridge there was a great view of Blencathra. It looks very different compared to the usual perspectives from the south and west.
Looking over to Skiddaw and Great Calva
A final pull would take me to the summit of Bowscale Fell
Here’s the summit shelter
Excellent views all round – there’s Carrock Fell and, on the horizon, the south of Scotland.
More Northern Fells
After taking the obligatory photos and refuelling, I set off on the path towards Bannerdale Crags. It was rather wet and boggy underfoot.
Looking down the crags over the valley and to Souther Fell.
One of the locals. Not sure what breed the sheep up here were but they were a lot less timid than the Herdwicks.
The summit cairn is rather different.
Looking back over to Bowscale fell,
down towards the Tongue and Souther Fell
and, in the opposite direction, there’s Blencathra
I followed the path towards Blencathra. Reaching the col I was tempted to change my plan and divert up the iconic mountain. But as I wanted to avoid the crowds I thought better of it and turned down the Glenderamakin valley (an option for another time, I think)
As I descended down the valley there were great views of Blencathra’s notorious sharp Edge, particularly looking back.
Here’s the bridge over the river at White Horse Bent, and the path that would take me over Souther Fell.
Looking back as I climbed up the fell – Blencathra behind Bannerdale
and the crags
It was a relatively easy, gradual climb up Sother Fell. It’s known for a mysterious event in 1745 when a “spectral army”, was seen marching along the fell on Midsummer’s Day by several witnesses. Wikipedia takes up the story
On the evening of Midsummers Day 1745, a line of marching troops, cavalry and even carriages was seen travelling along the summit ridge of Souther Fell. The ground over which they appeared to move was known to be too steep for such transport, but the procession continued unabated for some hours until night fell, constantly appearing at one end of the ridge and disappearing at the other.
26 sober and respected witnesses were assembled to view the proceedings and later testified on oath to what they had seen. The next day Souther Fell was climbed and not a footprint was found on the soft ground of the ridge.
I think I’ve worked out what happened to this mysterious troop – they were clearly weighted down by their arms and armour and sunk down deep into the bog that covers the fell. 🙂
Unlike during my last visit up to the North Lakes, visibility was very good and from the top of the fell I could see right over to the end of Borrowdale with Bowfell, the Scafells and Great gable clearly visible on the horizon,
and this is the view across Ullswater to th Far eastern fells, including High Street and Ill Bell.
Souther Fell is a popular spot for hang-gliders and there was a large flock of them taking advantage of the thermals on a sunny day.
After watching them for a while I set off down the ridge back towards Mungrisdale.
A gradual descent at first with a bit of a sting in the tail with a steep slope at the end where the path more or less petered out.
There’s a dry stone wall at the bottom of the fell with the village just a short hop across the field on the other side. However, the local farmer had erected a sign making it clear that walkers were not welcome. So I had to take the path that ran parallel to the wall which eventually reached the minor road from Scales to Mungrisdale. A short walk down the road and I was back at Mill Inn where I crossed the bridge over the river bank to my car.
It was mid afternoon and still very pleasant so I wasn’t inclined to set off home quite yet. I had something else in mind.