Piggle and I had a lovely late afternoon walk on the moor this afternoon, practising (we hope) for a return to the Dales tomorrow. Fingers crossed for the weather!
The crappy weather is very frustrating, but Piglet and I went out for a bit of a walk this afternoon.
We’d hoped to get up onto the moor, but as we climbed the road towards it a hail shower began, and by the time at which we had to decide whether to climb to the moor or descend through woods and fields there was no obvious sign that the weather was going to clear.
We therefore took the easier and shorter option–we were caught out in freezing rain earlier this week, and neither of us was keen to repeat the experience unnecessarily. Soon afterwards, though, things did begin to clear a little, and then the sun came out.
When we were almost back at the village it began to look as though the rain had passed, and we ran into friends. We then spent a happy hour in a pal’s garden in bright sunshine catching up on news over coffee before strolling home to light the fire and think about settling down for the evening.
These holiday things are hard work 🙂
I’ve had so many different PC-based mapping systems over the years that I must have bought the entire OS calendar several times over, and therefore I was reluctant to do so again when installing a mapping system on my new Win10 desktop over the Christmas holidays.
My most recent purchase (other than Viewranger, which I use on my iPhone) was Quo, which I’ve had since 2009. I found it a bit unwieldy when I first began to use it, but then I could say that of each of the systems I’ve used. When I put in a bit of time to get my head around it I began to really like it.
Prior to last Christmas I’d not used it in anger for quite a long time, and my spirit quailed a little at the idea of trying to extract the data from the old PC and somehow transfer it to the new one.
I dug around on the Mapyx website, though, and found instructions, and duly carried them out.
Despite my efforts, I couldn’t quite work out how to get all of my old map data loaded. I knew I’d bought the 1:25k Lakes at some point, but no amount of scrolling could get it to come up. I emailed Mapyx and they replied as soon as the holiday was over, confirming that they’d now merged my two accounts under what’s now my email address and sending download links for all the old data.
By that time, though, the Christmas holidays were over, and I’d moved on mentally to new things. It wasn’t until last week, in the hope that I’d be able to get out and do some interesting walks over the Easter holiday, that I took another look in my Inbox and ran all the installation files.
I still couldn’t get the 1:25s up and running, but extensive past PC-trauma-related experience had taught me to suspect User Error, and indeed so it turned out to be. I’ve just come off the phone from Mapyx, and in the space of less than 60 seconds they had my Lakes 1:25s up and running again. I’d simply forgotten to load them. Doh… They also happily rang me back to solve the problem, as calls to their number from my phone cost almost 10p per minute.
Unfortunately it’s still foul outside–not only very wet but also bloody freezing, which always feels like cheating to me–so Piglet and I won’t be embarking on any ambitious project today. I think, though, that I might just nip over to the Mapyx site and purchase some nice 1:25k Yorkshire Dales tiles to go with my existing collection, as I’m nurturing a ‘Three Peaks’ plan but without an indication of where the walls lie I’m always hovering on the brink of lost…
Back in December, during the Christmas holidays, Piggle and I decided to get out into the Forest of Bowland to do some walking off our usual patch.
Much furtling in books took place. Rather too much of it occurred on the morning of the walk itself, in fact, because although we were up early it was after 1230 by the time we left the car and set off up the road towards the track that leads to Fell End. Since the sun was due to set at approximately 4pm we had a lot of fast miles to put in if we were to finish during daylight hours. Um…
Nothing loath, we decided to go for it, and soon we were trotting happily along the track towards the Bleasdale Tower.
We found our way up onto the fell side fairly easily, and struck up in the direction of what turned out to be the appropriately named Fiendsdale. I say that because it then seemed to take us approximately 16,000 hours to circumnavigate Holme House Fell to get to Fair Snape Fell. It was very tussocky and boggy and, in places, even peat haggy.
We did eventually get up, though, and then we began to make our way down towards Parlick.
I think the plan had been to strike down the side of Parlick towards Blindhurst Farm, and to make our way back along paths through fields towards Bleasdale Tower, but–as I’ve found sometimes happens when out walking–I couldn’t see anything other than the main path down.We therefore stuck to it, and eventually came out at Fell Foot.
By then the light was failing, and as we set off along a tarmaced lane that was off the part of the map that I’d printed out Piglet looked up at me with a “Oh, God… here we go again!” sort of expression on her furry little face. It’s amazing the way I’ve learned to read her expressions over the years!
I think it then took us a couple of hours to get back to the car. We crossed ultra-muddy fields, and eventually Piglet refused to walk on and I had to pick her up and carry her for a while. Major fail 😦
I sort of knew that we were aiming in the right direction, but we didn’t seem to be getting any closer to the point at which we’d left the car. When we arrived at what I think from the map must have been the junction on the road with a track leading to Broadgate I thought we’d cracked it, but when we arrived at a cluster of buildings in the dark there didn’t seem to be a way out.
In desperation I knocked on a door, and a very kind woman in a nighty and dressing gown came out and led us to the start of a field track and told us how to get back to the car. Thank you, very kind person! Without that help it’s entirely possible that we’d still be there…
I tried to speak cheerfully to Piglet as we made our way along the last of the road to the car, but it was clear that she had descended into the sort of foul mood that no kind of food-related bribes or blandishments from me could cure. When we arrived at the car I rubbed her down with a towel and offered gravy bones, but she refused to look at me and crept into her crate in the boot with her tail between her legs. I’m pretty sure I saw a tear in her eye.
When we got home I carried her in and popped her down inside the door but she refused to move! Eventually she consented to eat some chickling with white mice…
…and then I wrapped her up in a blanket on the sofa, from where she lay glaring malignantly at me…
…until she eventually fell asleep.
I’m looking forward to getting back out to the Forest of Bowland for further exciting forays, but I think next time I’ll pay a little more attention to the timings 🙂
The weather has been so dreadful since November that there have been very few lovely days. There was a good one back on 27th February, though, and so Piggle and I nipped up to the Lakes to do the Fairfield Horseshoe.
In relative weathery terms it was a great day: dry and sunny, with the promise of a scattering of snow on the tops. Unfortunately, however, anticipation of the snow failed to alert me to the wisdom of packing my elasticated mini-crampon thingies–doh–which led to a great deal of rather scary slipping and sliding on the steeper sections higher up, and particularly on the descent from Fairfield towards Hart Crag. Piggle has her own built-in little crampons, of course, and couldn’t understand why I was proceeding so slowly, and sideways, like some sort of huge disorientated crab. She’s grown used to my foibles, though, and so she forgave me in the end.
As we were descending I stopped for a moment, and noticed a couple some distance away who looked very familiar. They were on the way up, and they turned out to be John Manning and Steph Hughes. I’ve not seen them for years, and it was nice to stop for a few minutes to catch up.
(The last time I saw them, in fact, and upon reflection, was the last time I went up to the Lakes–that time with a friend from work–to do the Fairfield Horseshoe. We stopped on the way home to eat, and we ran into them in the restaurant. How spooky is that?!)
Anyway… they’d been sensible enough to remember their crampons, and so as Piglet and I slid on down the hill they got out their crampons and prepared to make their way rather more safely to the top.
The descent towards Ambleside always begins to feel like a bit of a chore–all that relentless down, Down, DOWN–but I’d forgotten about the awkward step. I think it’s just below Low Pike. That formed a bit of a distraction for a few minutes, because little Piglet doesn’t like heights any more than I do, and she did a bit of squeaking with fear as I manoeuvred her in her little carrying harness. Or maybe that was because she thought I might drop her…
Anyway, we got safely down in the end, and for what I think must be the first time in my whole life I drove straight home without stopping for a look around the kit shops!
We did stop, in fact, but not until Windermere, because I’d been harbouring a macaroni cheese plan since somewhere around Rydal Fell. Sadly, though, the yummy ready-made macaroni cheese in the special frozen section at Booths required 45 minutes’ cooking, and so I settled for pizza instead. Piglet ate a little tub of dog food in the car park to keep her going on the journey, and then went to sleep in her crate.
Catty had thoughtfully set the fire for us, and so it wasn’t long before the three of us were snuggled up in our PJs, sharing the pizza and catching up with something on the television. Roll on the drier weather!
Piggly and I had a great day out today.
- Distance: 18 miles (prolly 19+ with our wee lost bit)
- Ascent: 1,233m
- Descent: 1,237m
- Time: 9 hours
- Scoff: 3 cheese & marmite rolls (shared) + a ton of kibble (Piglet’s) + coffee (mine)
It looked from the forecast as though this was likely to be the only decent day in the next couple of weeks, and so Piglet suggested that we should get out and do something more substantial than our usual routes, to make the best of the weather. Catty suggested Ingleborough and Whernside (I suspect he was hoping to get rid of us for a whole day), and it sounded like a good plan to Piggly and me and so we did 🙂
We’ve done Ingleborough and Whernside several times before, but today we took a different route. Rather than descending steeply from Ingleborough towards Chapel-le-Dale and climbing up via Ellerbeck and Bruntscar to the top, before retracing our steps in order to descend, we continued after Ingleborough via Park Fell right down to the railway near the Ribblehead Viaduct, and went up Whernside from there. Afternwards we went down via Ellerbeck, crossed Scales Moor and–after descending the extremely steep Twisleton Scar End–bimbled back along the road to Ingleton.
There was only one point at which we were irritatingly misplaced. On descending from Park Fell Piglet persuaded me that we should bear left, but that wasn’t a good idea because we were faced with the railway line and no way to cross it. We therefore had to retrace our steps in order to come out at the point at which there’s a little bridge. Bizarrely, soon after that, a bloke asked me for directions! He must have been truly desperate 🙂 I was able to point him towards Horton in Ribblesdale, though, with the assistance of ViewRanger on my iPhone, so it was okay in the end.
I’m about to have dinner, and Piglet is already curled up on the sofa. Judging from the mess in the house on our return, the Cat has had all of his pals in!
Because I was working on Saturday I have today off, and for once the Weather Gods have smiled on me and I’ve been blessed with a truly lovely day.
I was planning to spend a fair proportion of the day in my PJs, watching television, but when I woke to golden sunshine and crisply freezing air wafting in through the attic window I couldn’t stay in bed, and Piglet made it clear that she couldn’t stay in the house.
We therefore went for a brisk trot around some local fields, and on the way back I stopped to gather a bag of wild garlic. I’m planning to make soup later. I haven’t got a recipe yet, but I’m thinking wild garlic, potatoes and mushrooms. Yumsy yum!
Piglet has now gone out with her beloved dogly walker, Sonja, for her second walk, and is hoping to see her bezzy mate Poppy. Catty is installed on a bin in the yard soaking up sunshine, and I’m going to try out a new bread recipe from James Morton’s Brilliant Bread book: crusty rolls.
Life is good today 🙂 TTFN.