Tuesday.
A hill with fairly extensive views over countryside, and a
trig point with the added bonus of an adjacent landfill
site. Rather handy for those philthy, littering walkers.
Wednesday.
A short walk in the North Pennines. The first day on a
'proper' hill for nearly a year.
A brief & pleasant conversation with a guy working outside
at Howgill farm - he had 5000 birch, hawthorn and willow
saplings to plant. On the way up the fell, the slopes down
to the adjacent Howgill Beck bore evidence of the latest
plantings, snuggled nicely in their green plastic tubes.
Then totally untracked to the top over rough, uneven grass
with patches of snow still laying, and a forshortened view
onwards to the border country. Camera was taken, but the
weather was totally unphotogenic.
Untracked return via a minor top and Tindale Tarn, and then
a RoW. Cold wind, wintry showers, watery eyes. Cold Fell
lived up to its name. And I found myself to be as unfit as I
originally thought.
(Note for users of the Nuttall's books - the Cold Fell has
grown a new fence between the 400m & 450m contour on the
north side. The installer of the fence has put functional
crossing places at or around the route as published.
Otherwise it is a nads' parting stride of the wire.)
Thursday.
A brief trip out into the Peak District. Nothing of
consequence, save some wintry showers.
I joined the non-luddites and purchased a Devil's Spawn in
Hitch'n'Hike. Now set up, cabled up and has been taken for
'test drive'. The recorded track overlays the expected route
on the OS map, which seems to indicate that I've got
everything set OK.
--
A l'eau - c'est l'heure (French Navy Motto)