An autumn weekend visiting friends in Cumbria. I’d hoped to spend a day in the Lake District hills with my pal Charles but wives had other ideas. I considered dissent but forthcoming domestic negotiations for a 2-week TGOC next May meant that concessions were prudent. So it was agreed they we would curtail our ambitions to a Saturday morning walk and meet wives for lunch in Kirby Lonsdale.
So, we had a walk closer at hand in the Barbon fells, which I suppose are Pennine outliers. Although we had lived near Lancaster for many years I’d never been there before. Good intentions for an early start for a trip to Crag Hill on Barbon High Fell were undermined by a leisurely breakfast so we started at Casterton for a walk up Brownthwaite and Barbon Low Fell.
It was still summer – hot and sunny but, unfortunately, a wee bit hazy so we didn’t get the views over to the Lakeland hills that we expected. The ubiquitous wind turbines, sadly, were all too visible but clearly not moving – all too common with these abominations.
I was sorry that we had missed Crag Hill – it looked good but we had to head back on a circular route to be there for lunch (Avanti in Kirby Lonsdale, good Italian food). To be honest, these are pleasant rather than exciting hills but they have the great advantage on a sunny Saturday that they are not overpopulated. In fact, we only met a couple of people so it felt a bit like being in the Borders Hills rather than Cumbria.
We were heading back to Scotland on Sunday so decided to have an early start (7.30) for a wee dauner around Farleton Knott and Hutton Roof. These were familiar territory for me as we used to live 25 minutes drive away and I’d regularly head out for a summer evening walk after work. They are limestone hills and have some of the best examples of limestone pavements in the British Isles.
A fabulous morning with low light on a classic northern English landscape. It looked like the fictional Greendale in the Postman Pat books that I used to read to my kids. However, mail doesn’t get collected on a Sunday any longer so expecting to see the bright red van was a bit unrealistic.
The limestone pavement on Farleton Knott was as impressive as ever and I was pleased to see that the lone tree just above the wee limestone escarpment was still there.
Back over Hutton Roof with views of the hills where we had been the day before and back for breakfast by 10 o’clock.