Barden reservoirs 27th May 2018

Warm and sunny day. Parked at Halton Moor.

I started off by taking a sight bearing to what I thought was a trig point quite a long way away. Mulled this over as the 290 seemed a bit short angle wise of where the trig was on the map. Worked it out, my sight bearing was actually to an obelisk on Watt Crag which was at 290.

Down to Barden Lower reservoir, on access land but following a permissive path. Some confusing signage like don’t go this way and do go this way both at the same place. I just did what the map said I could do. Up to Barden Upper reservoir where there is a big old waterworks house, very remote feeling and exposed, seemed empty but was in good nick with non broken windows and new ridge stones, looking like they’d only recently been bedded in. Slightly spooky because there was no-one around.

Had some lunch and stood up only to see a man’s grey head in the sheep fold. Slightly surprised as I’d had no idea there was anyone around.

I then took a bearing to ensure I was on the correct path for the return. The bridleway wasn’t very clear on the ground so this helped. No dogs or cycles are allowed on it despite it being a bridleway because it’s part of the Bolton Abbey estate.

Barden lower reservoir
Just liked the shape of these walls
These are posh grouse butts
House on the res
Barden upper reservoir

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Malham 19 May 2018

When Charles and Di got married in 1981 I was 23 and walked up what must have been my first mountain, Pen y Ghent, from Horton in Ribblesdale. Two things I remember about that day – my Greek American friend M, stayed back to watch the wedding on a portable TV brought up from Cardiff just for the wedding, and someone wanted a steak sandwich, which most days in 1981 would have been quite a challenge in the Yorkshire Dales but because of the wedding was amazingly an easy find. These were the days when avocado was a colour for bathroom fittings. We’d moved on from buying olive oil in a chemist but opening hours and food choices were nothing like today.

I drove up to Malham and parked near the tarn. I did a 15km circular walk avoiding the cove and all the busy places. At first there were quite a lot of people but I soon got away from them and had the place pretty much to myself.

Passed Victoria and Jubilee caves. Didn’t go in because I reckon the interesting bones of elephants, rhinoceroses and bears discovered by the Victorians are long gone (and so they are, see the link) and I don’t much like caves.

It was warm and sunny and great weather for walking.

Towards Malham Cove
Belted Galloways
Rye Loaf Hill, my rye loaf doesn’t quite look like this.

Jubilee Cave, I didn’t go in it


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Near Dunsop Bridge June 10th

Rather a long drive to get to the start just past Dunsop Bridge but then we spent a pleasant few hours on good paths looking for non-existent castles. Neither Holdron Castle nor Longden Castle are any more than a few piles of old stones. In fact, Longden, which has the words “ruin” on the map seemed to have even fewer stones than Holdron which I at least managed to make out where it had been. We reckoned Longden had been turned into the shed that was on its spot. We saw a hare at close quarters, a delight as it ambled away on long legs. Lovely sunny day and warm. Much quicker to get back! We knocked off half an hour somehow.

Not sure what this tree is.
The hare
We got up to a bit of height
One of several solitary oaks

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Dales 16-18 September

Set off at 2.30 and meandered our way to Keighley where I bought Optrex for one of Carol’s ailments. It took forever in dithery Friday traffic to get to Ravenstonedale partly because of an excessive monsoony downpour which came north with us causing lots of standing water and some mini floods, the worst of which was 2 mins from our destination at High Chapel House. That sentence is long enough to challenge Lucy Mangan!
We settled in to the same room I had when I came here back in April. The rain had now stopped so off to Kirkby Stephen to the Old Forge for dinner. I had lamb koftas and chick peas for a starter – very tasty. Followed by pea risotto while Carol had pork escalopes with black pudding mousse with honey and mustard sauce. All served up with mashed spuds, mashed swedes and leeks with peas and chips in case anyone had room for them. All very good fare. This resto is recommended!
Both very hot in the night. Brilliant powerful shower. Breakfast was cooked by John as Yelly was out doing a cookery demo at a nearby country show or fair. Full English for C and omelette for me. Just for a change it was very wet so we went into Kirkby Stephen which was having a horse fair. This meant it was hard to park and the town was full of rough looking horse traders. Went round the whole town and stopped for a coffee in the post office and deli. C was the one on coffee and me on tea so a bit of reversal there. I sniffed Carol’s Americano but still didn’t want it. It’s a bit like giving up fags as I think I should be having coffee. Then the rain actually stopped and we decided to give our walk a go so back to Ravenstonedale to park near the school and get fully togged up against the wet and off across the field to the main road. We followed a track and then charged up over pillow mounds, through a herd of non combattant cows and down to Smardale bridge hearing the sound of a hunt all the while.
From the bridge through some old quarry pits along an exposed section and up to Smardale Gill viaduct. It was well into the afternoon so I had my pork and apple pie and C a ham sandwich with some of my best flapjack.
Across the viaduct and along the old railway track, through some mud and down to a fast flowing section of Scandal Beck at Smardale bridge. We managed to get across and then I remembered we were going back a slightly different way so back through the river again!
Various muddy bits but soon back in Ravenstonedale in time to freshen up before going out to the Cross Keys near Cautley Spout.
The Cross Keys is a temperance inn and is run by Alan and Chrstine who are Quakers. No corkage charge so C provided a nice bottle of Fitou. Great coal and wood fire blazing in the range in the sitting room.
I had mozzarella and sun dried tomatoes in filo parcels followed by steak with onions and mushrooms with mixed roast veg and potato wedges – they make a point of telling you they don’t serve chips but the wedges are the thick end of. I finished off with crunchy caramel ice cream. C had a stack of chicken and bacon followed by crundle which is like cake with jam and cream. It was all very nice indeed.
I was pleased to see Alan he is a proper maitre d’ and comes to see each table is ok. We sat briefly in the sitting room then paid up and said goodbye to Christine. They both said they remembered me from April.
Home to finish off the bottle. Oh and raining again. We have now met the entire family at High Chapel House.
Through the window
Smardale Gill viaduct
Smardale bridge over Scandal Beck
Yelly was on breakfast duty today. I had the full English without the black pudding and Carol had scrambled egg and smoked salmon. I haven’t told C how I feel about scrambled eggs but it is quite a violent antipathy.
We packed up and wanted to take advantage of the lack of current rain so managed to get out early. Drove just a few miles to park in an old quarry and then walked up to Fell End Clouds which is a lovely walk ambling through limestone moraine and then bits of limestone pavement. We’d picked a lower level walk in case of more rain but it stayed fine and took us up high enough to get good views across to Wild Boar Fell which still draws me to it. We found Wainwright’s “conspicuous, solitary tree” and wandered back to the road passing 2 old lime kilns.
Then to Sedbergh for a bit of book shopping, grabbed a bread roll in Spar and off on a very quiet single track road to Dent. Stopped a bit further on next to a gushing waterfall to eat our lunches, it now being mid afternoon. Then continued on this road a little way and then I realised it was Whernside on our left and we passed where I’d climbed it from on my super fast ascent a year ago Easter.
From there it was a straight drive back to Ingleton and the main road home. And it didn’t rain on us all day. Super.
Limestone bits and bobs
“conspicuous solitary tree” (AW)
“Who’s going to ride your wild horses?” (U2)
That tree again
Lime kiln
Waterfall on Dent to Ingleton road

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Lady Anne’s Way (LAW) Part Two

Barden to Grassington
I parked just below Barden Tower for nothing at 10.00. Straight onto the Dales Way and along the bank of the Wharfe to Burnsall. As it was a lovely warm day with a little breeze but not horribly hot, there were lots of people out. Various groups of DoE Award chasers all very loaded up and some Ramblers groups. Every little place where people could get access to the river was occupied.

The Wharfe near Barden

At Burnsall there is a huge car park which when I got to it was fairly quiet, but it was clearly going to get busy, the ice cream van and the burger man all gearing up for mega sales. I left the Dales Way and took the other side of the river, climbing up and leaving most of the people behind, even bringing my legs out for their annual airing. This section was much nicer for that and as always I helped some DoE young people to find out where they were. After a while I reached Hebden, and then it was through that village and out towards Grassington. The route passed through where there had been a not very old hospital but which has been taken down and luxury homes are in its place. This bit was also quite pleasant and quiet and I stopped before dropping into Grassington for my lunch.

Grassy ass was a bit busy and not at all how I remembered it, it must be 20 years since I last went there and it was winter and dark then. I had decided not to wait for the bus as it would be 3 and a half hours of waiting so I headed back going all the way along the river. The section near Grassington was madly busy and didn’t really get quiet, Burnsall was even worse, full of young lads jumping off  a high ledge into the river. I didn’t stick around as didn’t want to have to do first aid on one of them. Children getting sunburnt. Endless dogs shaking the wet off. Occasional smell of cannabis. The car park was now a sort of mini Blackpool with loads of people in the river, barbeques….After Burnsall it quietened down although some people were in inflatable dingies which seemed fairly stupid, considering the number of rocks and the river being low. The last bit back was quite nice as hardly any people.

The Wharfe near Hebden
Hebden Suspension Bridge
Barden Tower from the river
Are these purple poppies?

At the car, I treated myself to an ice cream.
I just hope there are some really nice bits of Lady Anne’s Way as so far, it’s felt quite hard. Last week was too hot, this week was just too full of people. I think I hate people. Wish it had been a lovely quiet fell in the Lakes. It took me 3.5 hours to get to Grassington and 3 to get back. About 12 or 13 miles.

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Lady Anne’s Way (LAW) Part One

Skipton to Barden Tower

Not my most successful day. Started with the alarm not going off. I set off from Skipton after forking out £4.50 to park the car at 9.20. The first thing I came to was a woman and 2 lurchers, one of whom had just killed a rabbit, not a good start to the day. I followed the route crossing the bypass and the golf course and tried to imagine LA doing same and failed.
The route takes you round the backs of Embsay and Eastby but I just wanted to get away from settlements with their dog crap, litter, barking dogs and cars etc. The route is generally ok just a few bits out of date like disused rly which is in use by Embsay steam railway and the Mason’s Arms in Eastby which is not open all day and is sadly shut forever.
Skipton parish church, next to Skip Castle
It was very hot and humid. I got out of Eastby going along Bark Lane, passing over a stream with a duck and baby duck, so sweet. Then I had to cross a field. The occupants didn’t want me in there and came running towards me so I nipped back over the wall. I tried to find a quick way round the young frisky bullocks but in the end had to quit LAW and go up to the road, they kept watching me even though I was the other side of the wall from them. I had to climb over some walls and fences and it was quite steep, I saw some live rabbits quite close to. It was so hot I felt quite unwell and knew I would not make it to either Hebden or Grassington, I’d also developed sausage fingers, I think these are to do with heat and hydration. I was reminded of when I’d walked in Switzerland in terrible heat and had sausage fingers. I stopped for lunch just inside the National Park and put a plaster on my blister and watched the Embsay steam train chuffing along.
Embsay steam train
Lunch spot
I headed for Barden Tower picking up the route again. It felt much easier once the pressure was off although still very sweaty and sticky. I had a chat with a Ranger about bus times and he told me how even with access land rights the Duke of Devonshire who owns all Barden does not allow dogs and the Rangers have to enforce this on weekends when the Duke’s men are not at work. I stopped at the tower and had a drink (fizzy water with ice and lime for £1.90) outside at the Priest’s House which is posh resto and not the caffy where the book says you can get a Lady Anne Special, which sounds very fruity to me! I didn’t sit at the table with candles etc. Maybe I was a bit too dirty and sweaty anyway I had my drink but did not feel they wanted me to linger. I went to the loo, this involved getting the key, walking across the grassy expanse to a door in wall so everyone knew where you were going by now and then down some very wet and slippery steps into Lady Anne’s privvy which was v wet and damp. I walked around tower as that’s all you can do and then back up the horrible busy road to the bus stop getting yelled at on the way from a van. Then I sat sitting on my map at the bus stop with no seat for 50 minutes waiting for the bus at 3.05 which turned up at 3.12 so having made me anxious again.
Barden Tower
The ancient bus then went back up the hill in first gear and dumped me out in Skipton twenty minutes later.
I shoved my bag back in the car, took a photo of the castle, didn’t go in for £6.50 but went to M&S for some water. In the car, drank my old bottle of water which was hot and fizzy, hmm.
Skipton Castle – Henceforth
Then drove home. I listened to a Dick Kingsmith story on R4Extra called The Queen’s Nose where the moral of the story was “be careful what you wish for”. Yesterday I had made a joke with Chris about wishing it was hotter. I got my wish alright, the temp in the car was 28.5 degrees C.
I’ve decided this walk needs chunking up into smaller segments, I need to sort out my alarm clock and I am not good walking in the heat, especially when I’m pushing myself hard.

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Theatre in the Dales 180611

This wasn’t a walking trip as such. We set off just after 3 to arrive in Linton with time for a short walk out of the village to a disused railway, avoiding some rather large bulls.
Disused rly bridge
Then it was straight to the Fountaine Inn for gammon, double egg and chips for C, and braised beef with mash and a Yorkshire pud for me, served up with braised red cabbage and ratatouille. Although it was early even for me, I was really hungry and wolfed it down. Then followed it with a couple of scoops of ice cream. Very nice too.
A short drive took us to Burnsall village hall where we watched a play called Sward by Simon Corble as part of the Grassington Festival. C and I have been to lots of Simon Corble‘s productions and I really like his work. We’ve seen Midsummer Night’s Dreame, The 39 Steps, The Hound of the Baskervilles, Of Mice and Men and The Signalman. And Sward did not disappoint us.
Burnsall primary school
Battered church clock, Burnsall
Lovely drive back, past Barden Tower which we are saving for another evening, free entrance during daylight hours. The sign said this was one of Lady Anne Clifford’s towers, she didn’t half get about, we saw her last in Kendal and then there is Clifford Castle down near the Wye.
As of yesterday, I was pitching to walk the Coast to Coast which I may still do but have now got interested in Lady Anne’s Way as she does just keep popping up!

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Kettlewell to Arncliffe and back 050611

Started off brightly from Kettlewell at 12.30 after a journey of an hour and 25 minutes to get there. I paid £4 for the car park and only spotted the one across the road for £2 when we got back. Straight into a steep climb up the cliff and then most exciting, actually into the cliff and out of the top of it. Great views across to Great Whernside which is really just a long flank with a little bit of high stuff in the middle. We carried on across the moor gently rising and then dropped down to Arncliffe, also down quite a steep section with water running through it. We then toddled along the road and decided not to go into the village as one of the party was feeling a bit tired. So we took the next path back up, skirted round any cliffs and plodded on back to Kettlewell. The tired party became very tired indeed and I did worry at one point about whether we would have to call out MR. However willpower beat fatigue and we got back all in one piece. It was quite windy which always makes it harder going. Although not as big as winds on Grisedale Pike, or on Jura, still windy enough to make a difference. It also kept raining in heavy showers so we wasted a lot of time taking anoraks on and off, which always drives me mad! We only did about 9km in distance but we managed to do about 600m of climbing so not surprising this was taxing. A small walk that turned out quite big.

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Smardale Gill 290411

After a small breakfast of muesli and yoghurt and then a boiled egg, I left High Chapel House and parked up at Smardale Hall. There is a path through the National Nature Reserve which has pretty flowers but runs along a disused railway track and is quite boring and hard on the feet being Tarmac. You go past the site of the 1955 Smardale crash – apparently they only removed the remains in 2004!  You also go under the Settle Carlisle Smardale viaduct and then you come to the Smardale Gill viaduct which is on the dismantled line. I went round it so as to get better photos. The path off the line is pretty and winds along the beck to Smardale Bridge – a packhorse bridge. Then back up onto the line, over the viaduct itself and back. I liked the bits that were off the line better.

I then drove home, stopping to eat my sandwiches in sight of Wild Boar Fell and the cairns very prominent looking like people on the top.
I stopped in Hawes on the way but too full of motorbikes so left without lingering. I went past Pen-y-Ghent which I climbed on the day that Charles and Di got married and tried to drive through Settle but had to take a longer way round as they were having a street party. They had a street party there for Charles and Di back in 1981 but didn’t shut the road then. One of the Pen-y-Ghent party was craving a steak sandwich and this seemed an unlikely thing to find in the middle of the Dales on a bank holiday but actually she was in luck in Settle 30 years ago. Oh I can’t believe it was that long ago.
I skipped the steak sandwich for this royal wedding and got back with lots of time to prep the next day’s outing.
Smardale Gill viaduct
Smardale Gill viaduct
Smardale Bridge
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Swinsty Reservoir and Timble

March 14th, 2011
I took the day off for my birthday (13th). Mr B and I drove to Harrogate in the motor. Had a pootle around the shops and then went to nice Italian for lunch called Sasso.
We then went a short distance to Swinsty and parked up in the water board car park. The whole area is overlooked by the sinister golf balls on Menwith Hill.
We did this walk and managed to make it take forever, but the weather was good and although not madly hilly, a good walk to get my eye back into navigation and for Mr B to test out the new boots and his knees. The walk goes along one of the reservoirs, then a beck (lots of mud), up to a farm and up to village of Timble which is very des res.

Building contains some ancient water machinery

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