Today’s news had ‘experts’ calling for food packaging to be labelled stating how much exercise a person would need to do to burn off the calories. Packet of crisps 30mins walk, piece of cake 1hour walk etc. How long for a fish and chip supper? I can’t see the food industry backing this proposal, they never do. As I drove up Kentmere for today’s walk I wondered how you equate these times to a strenuous fell walk, I’d had a bowl of cereal – 25mins. There is a proliferation of no parking signs throughout the village now, apparently a victim of its own popularity. I managed to squeeze in by the village hall and contributed to their funds. As most walkers headed up the valley I turned and headed the other way using a bridleway to circle Green Quarter, a featureless hill overlooking the village. This brought me a view over Skeggles Water, a totally tranquil scene with only skylarks and a buzzard for company. Not having been here before I settled on a convenient boulder for morning coffee.
An easy climb up to the summit of Green Quarter [Hollow Moor] in bright sunshine but with the Kentmere Horseshoe ahead already in threatening clouds. [a little later I was in unpleasant but short lived sleet] A group of fell ponies grazed the subsidiary top and provided good foreground for Kentmere photos. The farmer appeared with his trailer full of hay and he cheerfully chatted about his no doubt hard life up here.
I was back down within two and a half hours – now what can I have for lunch?
I’ve read this just after finishing a large curry followed by tinned peaches and custard and coffee and a small Kit Kat. Parhaps if i keep walking until i meet you next Sunday morning i may have worked most of that off (if I don’t eat anything else in between).
YOUR Green Quarter sounds a bit more attractive than mine. On reflection (pun not intended) Skeggles Water looks attractive.
It was the Kit Kat, however small, that broke the calorie’s back.
And I’ve just downed nearly a litre of that very sweet white wine you buy straight from the barrel (euro 2,95 per litre) at the local bodega and I’m in no state to do any exercise at all.
I have a mate who used to live in the old vicarage at Kentmere. Your pictures took me back to when I used to visit him back in the 1980s. It’s a lovely place.
It’s time your wife was home.
One litre, if it’s sweet, could be about three hours walking or six hours DIY.
Wish I had noticed the Vicarage. The church is undergoing some sort of restoration at present and is under wraps. Don’t now how to insert a picture into a comment, perhaps you can’t.
In the 80’s there was no problem parking in the village – things have changed. Think London holiday homes. I didn’t recognise a Cumbria accent in the village, but the farmer feeding the ponies was great man.