Yearly Archives: 2017

this part of the world has many forces, the word being the local one for waterfall, cascade, weir, that sort of thing, The start of the walk was notable for two of them, grand enough to have locals flocking and parting with their hard-earned to see them. They are called Low Force and High Force

Guess what that is? the forecast yet again was for clouds and rain – and yet again was accurate. Fortunately my lap of luxury abode were able to leave out for me sufficient so that I could grab a bite and be on the trail by 6:30 and enjoy 2+ hours sunshine. One of the

so whilst I’ve been rambling amongst the ruminants ruminating and rhapsodising over rural rarities I’ve reflected on things various and my dominant pensee du jour was about the variety of stiles. The Yorks ones appear to be primarily either those that are simply a gap in the dry stone wall that is almost as large as

emotional trauma notwithstanding I tore myself away from the Black Hole of Horton for a gentle trip over the fells, moors and dales to hit Hawes. Despite appearances to the contrary I have been listening to advice, concerns about going a bit more gently. I had originally thought of Hawes as a place I’d glide

The Craven Heifer? A lovely place. Welcoming to walkers/stumblers, friendly young competent staff, good range of beer and good value wholesome grub. 7 a.m. brekkie no probs and porridge and honey served. Whilst they had no drying facilities the towel rail and radiator could be set to 11 and Chinese Laundry Experiment was set in

my constant companion on this LEJOG adventure (especially now in the absence of the beauty and the brains of the team) has been my Cicerone guidebook. Andy Robinson has spoke to me and taken me by the hand every day. Yesterday he somehow knew that as I couldn’t hit a barn door at 5 paces

Yep, punsters, I was knocking around Saddleworth Moor today (geddit?!)…  hey, it’s been a long day and as my guide book (regrettably accurately) stated ‘start with a steep climb … fork right (insert your own Spike Milligan joke here) … then steep climb again’ you might guess I’ve had time to ponder on life the