If you are just tuning in accidentally, like you crazy spammers out there (do you really read these posts or are you just posting your “I admire your writing, please take a look at my spam site” without the least bit of curiosity?), me and the boy are gently stomping our way through the green pastures of the Lakes.
If you’ve been following, despite my long absence due to busy work schedule, then you know that last you saw your heroine and her handsome companion (that’s me and DH, if you couldn’t tell), we were eagerly photographing sheep, moss, rocks, streams and gates. And rightly so, as we want to remember every inch of this magical place.
Laying it on too thick? Alright then. How about a steep hill as punishment?
Photos never really convey just how steep a road is. But thus begins the uphill portion of our journey.
According to our walking pamphlet we picked up at the pub (© Ian Robinson, 2009):
… ascend the steep hill for 350yds/m to arrive at a U junction with another lane. Turn right signposted (Bowness) to pass by a farm on your left after half a mile.
A quick look back down the way we came:
Continue along the lane for a further 75yds/m then turn left onto a stony track signposted (Birks Road).
So as we are walking up this very long hill (who knew that an additional 75 yards was so, well, long) and the perfect spot appeared for our eco self build. Of course we will hire a very hip, young architect who knows how to make the most of the generally wet weather of the Lakes. Isn’t the view from our new eco home lovely?
How’s that for steep?
We’re walking up these s-curves, mind. Although one can’t complain when they are draped in green.
And I’m pretty sure the above moss is super ancient.
What’s in that barn? Moo!
(We don’t get too many cows in the city.)
And finally, after our 75 yard uphill slog, we come to Birks Road (no apostrophe) and turn left onto the stony track.
We’re instructed to walk some more (you don’t say?), a “maximum of 200 yards/m, passing through several gates” – I’m not sure who measures the yards, it seems like far to much work, detracting from the views. But we do as told, walking through the centre of a field, crossing a small stream bridge and then after we pass through a stone stile, we start to ascend a grassy slope.
At this point we are diverted off the described path in the pamphlet. I imagine the farmer who owns the land had some essential repairs to do on the path through his farm, so he diligently led us tourists around his farm yard. I’m grateful to this because outside that farm yard we were treated to a stunning view of the valley below.
How about the above panorama on black, courtesy of Flickr?
It took all we had not to just put our packs down and sit in silence, taking in the stone walled pastureland below. Oh for a picnic lunch!
Lunch would have to wait, as we had another hour or two to go. Onward!