Last day on Anglesey

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.

Traeth Lligwy with the tide in

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 😦

Yr Arwydd – Anglesey’s highest mountain

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!

Those mountains are under the mass of grey cloud

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.

Coastal path to Traeth Dulas

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.

LLigwy Monuments

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.

Traeth Lligwy to Moelfre by the Coastal Path

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

and heathland

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


the art work, Bryn Wylfa (Lookout) , designed by a local artist, Keith Shone, is

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.

Mungrisdale sheepfold

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)

A walk from Mungrisdale

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.

A wander round the reservoirs

We’ve had a spate of pretty decent weather during September so trying to take advantage of it I took an afternoon off work last week and drove over to Rivington. I fancied a relatively easy, low level walk to wind down from work, so decided that a circumnavigation of Lower Rivington, Anglezarke and Yarrow reservoirs would do the job. I ended up extending it a little and did manage a bit of a climb and a short section on the edge of the moors.

I parked up but kept away from the crowds that cluster around the Saxon barn cutting across the fields over to Rivington village, where there was an attractive display of wild flowers on the green.

I then walked down to the dam that separates the two Rivington reservoirs, crossing it and taking the metalled path on the west side of the lake.

It was bright and sunny as I strolled down the leafy lane.

I reached the next dam which separates the Lower Rivington and Anglezarke reservoirs and, after waiting for a small group of elderly walkers climb over the other side of the stile I took my turn, and then followed the path along the shore.

Initially the path took me through fields then half a mile or so on a minor road before a turning down a farm lane and returning to walking past fields with views over to the moors.

Approaching Healy Nab the path took me through shady woodland

and then back past fields of sheep.

At the end of the track I reached the minor road from Heapy to Anglezarke, just opposite this old farmhouse. The date above the door was 1696 – but I reckon it’s been extended and modernised since them!

I decided to extend the walk a little by diverting down the narrow hedge lined lane to White Coppice, a familiar route from my teenage years when I used to walk from our home on the other side of the Nab over to Great Hill.

I soon reached the pleasant hamlet

resting on a bench facing the cricket field for a drink and a snack. It looked like there hadn’t been a match on the field for some time – no doubt due to the Covid-19 restrictions.

Setting off again I took the path along the Goyt towards Anglezarke reservoir. Although it had been sunny up until now, cloud were blowing in from the east – not the usual direction as the prevailing wind is from the west.

Reaching the small Upper Bullough reservoir (this was the first reservoir to be constructed around here) I cut up on the path up the hill

emerging opposite manor farm – another old farmhouse that has undergone substantial extension and modifications.

I walked along the road for about half a mile until I reached Jepson’s Gate

and followed the path towards the moors

However, today I turned right to take the path through the fields down to Yarrow reservoir, which had been occupied by cattle with their calves and a few young bulls the last time I was walking up here.

Great views towards the moors

Winter Hill and Rivington Pike over the fields

The path descended close to Allance bridge.

I decided to take the path through the fields to the east of Yarrow reservoir and then back to my car via Rivington village.

Another good walk in familiar territory only a few miles from home.

A walk along the canal

When lockdown started way back in March, I was determined to keep exercising and also to keep working towards my 1000 miles challenge target so, as we were allowed out for local walks, I started going out for a wander locally – mainly in the Plantations. Although we’ve been let off the leash now (well, until we have another lockdown which is beginning to look more likely) I still try to get out for a local walk several times a week. In that spirit, the other Saturday I had to go into Wigan town centre to post a parcel and so decided to walk back home via a long route along the Leeds Liverpool canal towpath.

I walked through town, past the train stations on Wallgate and down past Trencherfield Mill to Wigan Pier where I joined the footpath.

Wigan Pier, made famous by George Formby Senior and then George Orwell is a section of the canal, lined with warehouses, where coal used to be loaded onto barges. The area became a tourist attraction back in the 1980’s, centred on The Way We Were Heritage centre and the Orwell pub, but these closed some years ago. However the district is currently being renovated and repurposed.

Renovated buildings at Wigan Pier

I went under the bridge following the footpath in the direction of Leeds – quite a few miles away!

There were several narrowboats moored up on banks.

I passed the old lock keeper’s cottage behind Trencherfield MIll

at Bottom Lock, the start of the Wigan flight of 23 locks which lift the canal up 214 feet over about two and a half miles.

I saw several narrowboats making their way through the locks on my way up the tow path

At one time the baknks of the canal would have been lined with industry. Today there’s some light industry close tot he banks between the town centre and Lower Ince, along with some derelict buildings and waste land.

reaching Lower Ince I passed this tower on the other bank

It looks like some sort of ventilation tower, possibly above an old mine shaft, or it may have been to ventilate an engine of some sort. I’ve never been able to find out exactly what it was for.

After Lower Ince the canal takes on a more rural aspect, even though it’s still running close to residential areas on both sides. No sign of industry until nearer to the Top Lock at New Springs.

But I wasn’t going quite that far. I turned off the canal bank on to the footpath that follows the route of the old Whelley Loop Line. This is the point where I left the canal.

It looks peaceful and rural now but in the past it was the site of the Kirkless Colliery and Iron and Steel Works.

The old railway line has been tarmaced over and converted into a footpath and cycle route.

I walked as far as the site of the former Whelley Station where I climbed the steps up onto Whelley and made my way to the nearby Greenalgh’s bakery shop to pick up some pies for dinner (that’s the midday meal around here, buy the way!)

Yes, there’s a good reason why Wiganers are known as “Pie eaters”!

Scout Scar

I’ve recently finished reading The Blackbird Diaries by Karen Lloyd, who lives in Kendal. Written, as is made clear in the title, in the form of a diary, the book describes the wildlife and countryside in and around her home, elsewhere in Cumbria, and during visits to Shropshire and the Hebrides.

The day after the last Bank Holiday before Christmas I woke to blue skies and sunshine and decided to knock off work early and take half a day off. Where to go? Well having read the description of the author’s walks up Scout Scar that’s were we went. We’d been up there before, over a year ago, so a return visit was long overdue and my appetite had been whetted by Karen Lloyd’s descriptive prose.

We drove up to Kendal and then took the road to Underbarrow, and parked up in the small car park in a disused quarry at the top of the hill. Crossing over the road and through the old kissing gate, it was a short climb to the start of the limestone ridge.

We weren’t disappointed. Visibility wasn’t perfect but we could still see over the Lake District Fells, the Shap fells and even the Howgills.

It was a little hazy over to the fells in the west but I could make out Black Combe, the Coniston Fells, the Langdale Pikes (they’re very distinctive) Bowfell and the Scafells, silhoutted against the sky.

There were particularly fine views towards the Kentmere fells


Red Scree (another distinctive whaleback of a mountain) and the Fairfield group


The scenery on the Scout itself is quite different to that of these Fells. It’s limestone country. Vegetation was sparse, and although there were a good number of tree, they clearly had a hard time growing in the thin soil on a ridge exposed to the elements in every direction.


We walked up to and past the Mushroom (it’s pretty obvious why this shelter has been given that name!)


We carried on along the path for a while. Views over to Arnside and Morecambe Bay opened, although the atmosphere was rather hazy in that direction, so not so good for photography.


Before the path began to descend we turned around and took the path closer to the edge of the steep cliff on the west side of the scar. It’s a fair drop down to the valley below.


When we reached the Pavillion we stopped for a drink and to soak up the scenery. the panorama which used to line the inside of the pavillion roof had gone, but I’m familiar enough with the fells to be able to identify most of what i was looking at.


After a while we set off back along the ridge, returning to the car. It had been, for me, a much shorter walk than normal, but J hadn’t been out walking for a while so the shorter jaunt suited her and I’d enjoyed the views and the opportunity to put into context the words I’d been reading.

The Blackbird Diaries and Karen Lloyd’s other book The Gathering Tide, about Morecambe Bay, are both a good read if you’re interested in the wildlife, landscape and the context of this part of the world. they’re both published by Saraband Books, an independent publisher based in Salford, and their catalogue is well worth exploring.

There’s another book about this landscape and its flora and fauna About Scout Scar: Looking into a Cumbrian Landscape by Jan Wiltshire, which was recommended to me by fellow WordPress blogger, Mark of Beating the Bounds after a previous visit and blog post. Jan continues to write up her observations in her blog.

Reaching the car we drove back down to Kendal, parked up, had a wander around the town (which was very quiet) and picked up some shopping before the drive back home.

During our obligatory visit to Waterstones I picked up a leaflet about the Wainwright Prize. In it I found an advert for Wainwright’s Outlying Fells of Lakeland.

This has been out of print for years and difficult to get hold of, but it’s been recently revised and reissued by the Wainwright Society. I ordered a copy when I got home and it arrived a couple of days later. The first fell in the book is Scout Scar.