The day was quickly passing when we [Sir Hugh and I] arrived on top of Carron Crag poking out of Grizedale Forest. We had not come the usual way from the the forest centre’s car park. No we had already traversed virtually pathless [and boggy and rough and confusing] ground across Bethecar Moor visiting rocky Brockbarrow, Low and High Light Haw and Top o’ Selside. The day had been perfect – sunny, clear, cool and calm. The latter adjectives can’t be applied to the next hour’s floundering through ‘open’ forest on a supposedly direct route west to our escape path. Tripping over tree roots, falling into bogs, frequent changes of direction, much under the breath cursing – surely not Sir Hugh? Who was leading who? There are tellingly few photos of our plight as the tension increased regarding our emergence. That word is scaringly similar to emergency! We should have known better from a combined experience of over a hundred years.
Miraculously the forest opened for us like the Red Sea and we were soon waltzing along the delightful bridleway high above Coniston Water back to Nibthwaite. Highlights were constant views of Dow Crag hiding shyly behind the Coniston Fells and the passing of the remote Low Parkamoor house. If you fancy an ‘eco’ getaway including a well with indoor pump, paraffin lamps and wood burning range and the luxury hip bath [they don’t mention how many kettle’s full of hot water] book it through their website.
We were just happy to arrive back at the car with the promise of central heating, a hot bath and maybe a take-away.
A fair account I think. Your photos convey a much better sense of the wilderness terrain on the tops than mine. I have become preoccupied with the zoom facility on my camera which foreshortens the landscape and reduces the extensiveness.
Thanks. Nothing like the good old Kodak Brownie.
Well, at least you had blue skies. Can’t be bad.
Alen …something about the righteous
Great reading your blog post