More of the same.

The forecast was encouraging – warm, sunny with little wind. Perfect for a day’s climbing at this time of year. We could have tossed a coin or made an informed decision as to where to climb. We didn’t really succeed with either – a few clouds seemed to sway the team away from the good open higher climbing on Robin Proctor’s Scar to the low level South Giggleswick Scar. We were last here a couple of weeks ago, time for a change really. A couple of teams were already on the crag and as we arrived late the temperature was already rising. Now I can’t complain about belaying in the sun – but why here. It’s a winter crag after all and we are now in mid May. Did four decent routes, couldn’t be bothered with the last scrappy one, actually I thought  the whole place was scrappy today. I found the routes hard and fingery, struggled to stay in contact and certainly couldn’t have led them in my present state of unfitness.  On the positive side it was great to be out with good friends Dave and Rod as I’ve hardly climbed at all this last year – it showed!  We caught up with all our news and adventures. They are already planning climbing trips abroad but after today’s effort I just can’t raise my enthusiasm at this moment in time.

For the record –

Rawhide 5+

Bonanza 5

No Wavering 6a

Bramble Jelly 6a

High on 'No Wavering'

High on ‘No Wavering’

ANGLES WAY – 8. Hopton to Knettishall Heath.

Our last day was only a short stroll to finish the route. Hopton Fen was circled on paths, and from then on, we kept to small lanes. One was lined with lilac trees, creating a unique aromatic feature. The Horse Chestnut candles were also blooming.

We were blessed with a beautiful, warm, clear morning to enjoy our leisurely stroll, cuckoos were calling, calves were sunning themselves, and all felt right with the world.

Passing small estate houses on a driveway, we emerged in front of a grand Georgian country house, which turned out to be Riddlesworth Hall, a boarding school built in 1792. Achieved fame from Princess Dianne attending as a pupil, it still appears to be a very privileged institution. Our path was ‘quite rightly’ diverted around the grounds – we were a bit scruffy after all. On the lane leading to the Heath we recrossed the Little Ouse for the last time, a man from the Environmental Agency was donning waders to do some sampling of invertebrates, nice work on a day like today. he had some lovely Water Boatmen. A path through the heath took us to the start of the Peddars Way and the end of the Angles Way. Mission accomplished – we had completed the circuit of paths. A lift took us into Thetford and lunch before our rail journeys home. Whilst eating, we enquired at the next table as to the whereabouts of the station – it was not close and all a bit complicated. No problem, later we were presented with an accurate hand-drawn map on a serviette. With this delicate navigational aid, we located the rail station and proceeded on our separate ways. Can the OS match this…

So what of the ANGLES WAY?

Well, it served its purpose for our annual reunion walk, graded easier each year. Good to meet up with Mel and share the pleasures of the walk.

The walking was of an easy standard [as planned] and the days were readily accomplished with good accommodation each night. All our overnight villages were of interest and we were able to eat well and drink good ales.

Each day, the fen scenery was expansive under those massive skies.  The flowers and trees were superb, and the variety of birds we casually saw was impressive. A walk made for naturalists. We must have missed so much more. The weather was, on the whole, kind to us.

Where next year Mel?

ANGLES WAY – 7. Diss to Hopton.

The walk through Diss was interesting with lots of old premises and in the centre, a large mere with its quota of ducks, what a great asset to a town.A delightful lane led out of town through Royden Fen with some fantastic cottages which would be a delight to live in. Meadows full of sheep, gorse covered heaths and thatched cottages made for great walking.SAM_2010 Yet another church demanded attention. St. Mary at Wortham. St. Mary has the largest round tower in England dating from Saxon times, 10 metres across. Round towers seem to be an East Anglian speciality. Inside the pews are worth a look, their bench ends are carved into various figures illustrating apparently the 104th psalm, dating from the 1890s.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Open fields and ditches seemed an ideal habitat for cowslipsSheep and lambs were everywhere though none of the typical Suffolk breed. This one, no 3, had a multicoloured dream coat…A wonderful stretch through Redgrave Fen reserve took us to the watershed between the Waveney and the Ouse. You can hardly believe that these sluggish streams become great rivers. We then passed large pig farms and even larger industrial poultry farms [factories].  A well-preserved windmill at Thelnetham also demanded some close attention but unfortunately not operating today.

The dark clouds blowing in produced a heavy shower before we reached our excellent B&B at Hopton. The local pub, The Vine, served some great ales and cooked us a fantastic meal. Thanks. These little rural inns need all the support and mention they can get.

ANGLES WAY – 6. Harleston to Diss.

The weather forecast for today didn’t look good – gales and heavy rain. Set off with hope and by the end of the day we were wind-battered but dry, most of the rain blew through. That is often the case when you decide to go in the face of a poor forecast.

The morning was on good paths with glimpses of the river. Midway we climbed up to the pretty village of Brackish and yet another interesting church. This has been a feature of this walk –  the number of historic churches.

The afternoon in the valley was rather disappointing as we never got close enough to the river, although two swans were spotted on the nest and hobbies were flying low over the fields.

On the way into Diss several restored manor houses were passed – they look in the million-pound class.

Another old inn, The Saracens Head, gave us a fine nights lodging with the obligatory sloping and creaking floors.

ANGLES WAY – 2. Fritton to Oulton Broad.

Late setting off after our award-winning breakfast.

Whilst walking on heathland between the marshes we came across a sluggish slow worm,  a beautifully marked legless lizard.

sam_1749-e1431204904196Next stop was Ashby Church, a 13th century thatched construction with a semi-detached hexagonal tower. Whilst there chatted to a bloke who had recently walked part of the Lycian Way, a long route I completed a few years ago.

Quiet lanes took us through the extensive lands of Somerleyton Hall with all its attractive estate buildings, these estates must have employed thousands in their heyday. The hall itself was viewed from a distance. sam_1765-e1431206065113SAM_1764That school looks a great place for learning…

In the village there was a sculpture to commemorate the invention of the Hovercraft by Sir Christopher Cockerell in 1959, he used the local river for testing purposes. Round the corner was The Dukes Head pub, a quick pint was enjoyed in the sunshine. That evening they were expecting 90 rugby players for supper – best not to dwell on that.

In the nearby marina on the River Waveney people were sprucing up their boats for the season.

Another change of scenery and we were walking in trees alongside Blundeston Marshes. A dog Fox watched us from a 100yds, that was the closest we got. My pictures were of too poor quality. Further on there was a heronry above us. On the next lane, we were pleased to see where we were walking –

The route skirted affluent Oulton adjacent to the waterways which were thronged with boats on this beautiful sunny day. The sole accommodation next to Oulton Broad had only expensive doubles, so we caught the train into nearby Lowestoft for a seafront B&B [The Beach House] amongst all the stag and hen parties.

 

ANGLES WAY – 1. Great Yarmouth to Fritton.

The journey down here was long and arduous, bus and three trains across country taking nearly 9 hours. Some of the scenery past Peterborough was as flat and dull as anywhere in the UK. I was so fatigued mentally that I succumbed to hailing a taxi for the 500yd stretch from Great Yarmouth station to Premier Inn where I was meeting my old mate Mel for our annual walking trip. This motel/restaurant has only been open a couple of months but already seems to have become a favourite with the locals. We enjoyed our pre-walk stay and slept well. The Angles Way runs for 77miles from Great Yarmouth to Knettishall Heath [recently extended to Thetford] and would complete our circuit of the area – Peddars Way, North Norfolk Coastal Path and the Weavers Way.

After a first-class breakfast we set off in the cool morning following the waymarks from the train station, through the crumbling outskirts ……  how many letterboxes can you fit into a door.

We joined the dog walkers alongside Breydon Water. This stretch of water looked rather desolate with no present-day shipping. Across the water we could see Berney Windmill which we had passed on the Weavers Way a few years ago. The reed beds sounded full of warblers, how I would like to see a Reed Warbler and even more so a Bearded Tit.sam_1692-e1431186007669

Next, it was from a Roman Fort, Burgh Castle, surprisingly large preserved walls …sam_1703-e1431186393451 … via a waterside pub …… to a Saxon Church at Fritton with some stunning wall paintings.

Our excellent b&b in Fritton was run by a chirpy Cockney and the friendly pub opposite, the Decoy Tavern, provided good basic grub.

ANGLES WAY – 5. Bungay to Harleston.

Heavy overnight rain was easing off as we set off and soon we were in a gale-force wind on the plateau of the disused Flixton wartime airfield. The American Air Force used this as a bombing base and were in support of the Normandy landings. Bits of runway appeared below the now agricultural use – extensive fields of wheat and rape.
It was hard going in the strong wind and we were glad to reach the relative shelter of country lanes in the Waveney valley. Ahead of us were some working sand/gravel pits which are quite common in the area, the numerous fishing lakes bear witness to this. In an adjoining field, archaeologists were sifting through the sand, they find continuous signs of occupation from the Iron Age, through Roman times to the medieval.  The painstaking work is being carried out before the quarry may expand, didn’t look very inviting in this morning’s weather. As we walked into Homersfield I was attracted to a wooden totem pole carved by Mark Goldsworthy, a local artist, depicting a man in a fishing boat and the words “I dreamed of a beautiful woman who carried me away”. This is a reference to Roman Times when the river Waveney was called Alveron which means ‘beautiful woman’.   The striking sculpture stands on what was once the river bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Further into the village, we passed the ‘picturesque’ Barnfield cottages built-in 1925 for elderly estate workers.

On past the houses around the village green we happened upon the pub for a pint where we were the only customers.  The place has been gentrified with an expensive restaurant possibly to the detriment of the locals drinking, one can see why rural premises are in decline.SAM_1915

More interesting walking on paths in riverside fields and woods followed, the wind didn’t abate. The wild garlic reminded me of a recipe I want to try when I get home.  ‘poached egg on a bed of steamed garlic leaves with buttered new potatoes’

The River Waveney was crossed at Mendham where there was a more friendly pub. A final rise crested in the head-on gale to approach the new developments on the outskirts of Harleston. This turned out to be a pleasant old market town to spend the evening in, our 450 years old coaching inn, The Swan, creaked at every step.

ANGLES WAY – 4. Beccles to Bungay.

Beccles to Bungay sounds like something from a 50’s comic.

Mr Wetherspoon cooked us a lovely breakfast for £2.99.

Wandering through the back streets of Beccles was interesting as several lanes heading down to the river were named  ‘Score’.  A lady resident suggested this was related to the scores made by dragging goods up from the boats.

Out of town, we passed the ghost-ridden Roos Hall and its haunted ancient Nelson Oak, where local miscreants were hung. After that we needed some relaxing walking and the fields full of birdsong leading to the scattered hamlet of  Shipmeadow provided it.

The high plateaux (30ft!) of wheat fields were rather boring but soon we were on the outskirts of Bungay with its prominent church tower visible. The Angles Way, however, does a large loop here and it was several hours before we reached our destination. This included a break by an old watermill at Wainford a walk past a quiet May fair in Ditchingham with some fine old vehicles on show some stunningly situated rural houses by the river and a steep climb (unique in these parts) and a pint brewed on the premises of The Queens Head, Earsham.On arriving at our B&B we were worried about the apparent absence of any sign of life, sitting around for a while and when just about to phone out came the lady from no 9 who was expecting us – we were outside no 8, the wrong house.  Embarrassing.

The weather throughout the day was bright and sunny, perfect.

ANGLES WAY. – 3. Oulton to Beccles.

Beccles Marina.

 

Horrendous weather this morning, rain and wind, it is a Bank Holiday after all. We spent the morning in the dry, drinking coffee until the skies cleared. Chatting to our host we heard all about the horrors of being flooded out a couple of years ago, he has just reopened and is still struggling with his insurance claim. By lunchtime, the winds eased and the sun shone. From the station, we were straight into a drab holiday complex and further on the remnants of one from another era. Shortly afterwards we came across signs closing the Angles Way path alongside the River Waveney, not what we wanted to see. Not fancying the complex diversion we climbed over the barriers and risked getting out the other end. The works were mainly cosmetic, we caused no damage and enjoyed our lonely tramp. Highlights were a close encounter with a Marsh Harrier, a Hobby darting past and a sight of a Reed Warbler.  Swans were nesting on the fen –

– and the Marsh Marigolds were in full bloom. The river glided past with a few pleasure boats just about overtaking us. For 6 miles we saw no one on the path, this seems to be the norm in these parts – very sparsely populated.  When we did encounter people we realised Beccles was just around the corner, its church tower visible above the trees. Boats seemed to go right into the centre of the town, it had previously been a busy port. Georgian houses lined the streets leading up to the market square and church with its separate tower. SAM_1828Stayed in The Kings Head which turned out to be a Wetherspoon’s operation. The room was great but the bar/restaurant far too busy in the evening with noisy revellers so we slunk off to a nearby curry house.

ARE BLISTERS PSYCHOLOGICAL?

Strange day really, a good friend called in late morning and after coffee we decided on a walk up Longridge Fell. Whilst putting on my boots in the porch I recounted how I last year I unexpectedly developed a blister on my toe despite having walked for miles in these admittingly  cheap boots. He replied that his more expensive well worn in Meindl boots never gave a problem.

Off we went up the fell in a cold Arctic wind, hail storms were blowing in across Chipping Vale and the Yorkshire peaks looked alpine from here, not that you can see them in this photo.

Snow showers across Bowland.

Snow showers across Bowland.

Within 20 mins –  ‘Just need to check a sore spot on my foot’  spoke the Rockman. Why?  When he  removed his boot there was a large sore blister on his heel.   Despite my usual systematic preparations I had no first aid kit in my sack. However being an ex scout he had some tape on his poles. Boots off , tape on, boots on. There was no obvious reason for his blister apart from the curse I must have put upon him by our earlier discussion.

A good few miles were then explored through the forest, A bit of fitness for me before a longish walk and for the unlucky Rockman something to reflect upon –  are blisters psychological?

PS. Nepal needs all the help we can give following the disastrous earthquake. 

Why don’t you donate now at       http://www.dec.org.uk

ROCKING ON AGAIN.

Crowshaw Quarry.

Crowshaw Quarry.

Since my last post I’ve survived a heavy week of birthday celebrations [21 again!] and a trip along the Silk Road in Uzbekistan [more of that later] but ‘mysteriously’ gained about 7 pounds in weight. I blame the latter on the Uzbek Plov, surely not the vodka!?  So with the arrival of all this beautiful warm sunny weather I had to get out and flex my muscles on the rock. Craig Y Longridge has had all the usual suspects training away – I struggled. The strong winds also had the unfortunate trick of blowing your mat away just when you were getting scared of the drop. So I found my way up to the recently developed Crowshaw Quarry for some new boulder problems on the cleaned low wall to the left. These were in perfect condition in the morning sunshine yesterday but unfortunately my soft skin, unused to climbing gritstone, soon produced a couple of finger flaps.Taping up always unravels for me and bleeding soon ensured leading to an early lunch – will be back.

Starting Tweeter and the Monkey Man.

Starting Tweeter and the Monkey Man.

But that was only bouldering. Because of my toe operation its over a year since I climbed with Rod, or did any routes. I could not let this warm April weather go by without getting out onto some proper climbs. Over the phone the choice was Giggleswick or Wallowbarrow. I went for the former to avoid the long drive, could have been a mistake. Today the sun was soon warming the limestone which I found to be far steeper and more polished than on my last visit. We had the whole of Giggleswick to ourselves, maybe everyone else had gone to Wallowbarrow.

Thanks to Rod’s leading I managed to second half a dozen 5’s – [memo for tonight – no food and definitely no vodka]. The day was superb and the heat built up as the afternoon progressed.

Over the garden wall.

Over the garden wall.

From the anchor chains I had time to appreciate the situation in the valley and had some superb views over to Pendle and up to Buck Haw Brow. The motor bikes were screaming past.

Golf course, Giggleswick and Pendle.

Golf course, Giggleswick and Pendle.

Buck How Hill.

Buck Haw Brow.

Could be stiff in the arms tomorrow.

BEACON FELL – WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES.

Had an old mate up from Surrey staying with me last week. For a quick fix of fresh Northern air I took him walking up at Beacon Fell in the afternoon almost as soon as he had arrived. We did the usual circuit of tracks, visiting most of the onsite sculptures and the summit trig point for restricted views. There was something strange though – we never saw another person. Now that for Beacon Fell is very spooky, there is always, no matter the weather, somebody often with a dog using the paths. OK the cafe had been closed half an hour and it was a dull day but that wouldn’t normally matter. Not a single car in the car park or on the orbital road. I have never seen the place so deserted. Spooky indeed.

A few days later I repeated the exercise with family and grandchildren on a sunny Sunday afternoon. What a contrast, there were people and dogs everywhere. The car parks were packed and a queue was forming at the cafe for ice cream and teas. It was good to see so many people getting some exercise but there was an atmosphere of Blackpool about the place.

Everyone to their own choice, but I know why I prefer the quieter times.

Another surprise was the change in the crocodile carving since I last visited, people have started to hammer in coins and I didn’t feel this was overly detrimental. The sculptor may disagree.

Then [2014]

and now.

PS, I was wrong. Hammering coins into wooden sculptures eventually leads to premature rotting of the wood, and is now discouraged.

NOT ANOTHER ECLIPSE PHOTOGRAPH!

The forecast for this morning was poor, with cloud probably obscuring the partial eclipse. Slept in till 9.30 when I woke up with a start, leapt out of bed and pulled the curtains open to reveal the clouds just parting as the moon crept onto the sun. All disappeared just as quickly. Following my daily resuscitating strong coffee peeped out again to see the moon scuttling past the sun.  Quite pleased with the morning so far.

Of course, I hadn’t bothered with any special sun blocking measures as it was so misty in the first place and I was only taking quick photos as the clouds opened. But it made me think of the measures you should take for viewing eclipses, pinhole cameras or very dark glasses or….

blackpool-1968-by-tony-ray-jones

… this chap was safe from the sun but missed the eclipse. He was the photographic subject of Tony Ray-Jones in 1968. This links me in to an afternoon this week I spent at the Walker Gallery  enjoying          Ray- Jones was prolific in the late 60’s but died young from leukaemia. He produced a historical document of the English psyche and eccentricity from those times. Martin Parr was influenced by the photography of Ray-Jones though he never met him. Parr has gone through Ray-Jones negatives and selected a series of prints for this exhibition. In addition, there is a room of Parr’s own prints from a decade later  mainly exploring the quirky environs of Hebden Bridge, Yorkshire and its people.

You could watch ——–  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xV817fJgd28

and also

And also    https://vimeo.com/116251335

Just to keep you interested see also the insights of this favourite blogger of mine —-  https://gerryco23.wordpress.com/2015/03/12/only-in-england-photos-by-tony-ray-jones-and-martin-parr-at-the-walker/

Get yourself to the Walker to view this fine exhibition and start to explore their other gems………

WALKING LANZAROTE. Over the sea to La Graciosa.

This trip was a bonus. The GR131 doesn’t go onto this island – but should and maybe will.

Having discovered the existence of Isla Graciosa off the northern tip of Lanzarote it looked like an ideal place to explore. No roads, few cafes, lovely beaches, virtually uninhabited. I had a spare day so I made myself get up at 6, miss breakfast and catch the first bus. I arrived in Orzola just in time to catch the 8.30 ferry which took a little over 25mins to cross the relatively calm sea to the little harbour on Graciosa – Caleta de Sebo.

One is greeted by a few sea front cafes and lots of people trying to hire out cycles for the day. I wandered away from the busyish front to a smaller bar for a coffee and time to plan the day.  I found a man with a jeep who gave me a bumpy ride up towards the top end of the island. Poor chap had a swollen face from an infected molar and was in a lot of pain, his nearest dentist was on Lanzarote!

Once he had gone I was left in this isolated wild volcanic land. I wandered up along the coast to the northernmost rocky point, black larva disappearing under Atlantic breakers. What a great place to sit and contemplate, the only sounds were the wind and waves. Other uninhabited Islands were visible to the north and east but no boats appeared.

More islands.

More islands.

I then started my walk around the east coast of the Island. There was a vague sandy path through the rocks and several times I diverted onto sandy beaches. The fascinating breakers coming over the rocky promontories were a challenge to my photographic efforts. In a couple of places were rock arches breached by the sea.

I didn’t see a soul until I reached the apparently uninhabited small harbour village of Pedro Barba, a couple of mountain bikers had reached here on tracks. By now the early mist had lifted and the sun was warm, a small sandy beach had me stripped off and swimming in the clear water. Magic.

I ate some lunch whilst drying in the sun. Looking down the coast there seemed to be no way below the cliffs and I contemplated moving inland to continue south. However once I had followed the beach further I spotted the path going across the crumbling cliff face and enjoyed a Kilometre or so of exciting walking.

After the cliffs there was a better path round the coast on a more open ash field backed by distant volcanic cones. At times the path was really crunchy as you walked over thousands of shells.

Sparse flowers were a delight…

At one point someone had collected all the round stones in the area and created a concentric  design giving good symmetry with the background of volcanic cones.

Again there were glorious beaches and rocky coves all the way back to Caleto del Sabo.

Time for a beer before catching the ferry back across the strait under the dramatic 2000ft  Famara cliffs of Lanzarote and round the rocky point into Orzola harbour.

What a great day!

WALKING LANZAROTE. GR131 – the northern bit.

Haria – Orzola.

Back again on that no.7 bus, this morning the driver seemed to be in racing mode and I quickly reached for the seat belt.  My timetable was getting a bit ragged by now. As it was already hot and sunny I enjoyed an orange drink in one of the cafes before leaving. Simple road walking led me to the one pleasant pedestrianised street in Magues. At the top of the road I was tempted by an open door into a ceramics workshop. The potter owner was all too pleased to chat and explain his methods – he incorporates volcanic material into his clays which produces some unusual and unique finishes. Unfortunately he had very little to show as the bad weather of the last few weeks had prevented him firing his open wood burning furnace. The one piece I most admired was far too large for hand luggage, shame.

I used lanes running beneath some fine volcanic cones and when I took a closer look at the map realised, all too late, that I could have done a high traverse of some of these.  Further on the track ran through the Bermejo vine growing area with some fine shelter walls, I took the opportunity to chat to a worker pruning the vines. What an excuse later tonight to taste this wine.

There was some delightful walking through a larva field bedecked with flowers. I passed an Aloe Vera farm doing good trade with the tourist buses [see how I try to distance myself from being a tourist – yet that is all I am]

Aloe Vera plants.

Aloe Vera plants.

Somehow I found myself walking down a footway by the side of the road for the last 2k into Orlzola, not how I imagined the end of the walk. The busy little harbour was reached, no dipping my boots in the Atlantic. Boats from here make the choppy crossing to the adjacent Isla Graciosa. Orzola lies below some very steep intimidating cliffs at the northern end of Lanzarote and you can see why the GR131 terminates here rather than up that precipitous coast. Even at this low elevation rugged volcanic rocks disappear into the sea and gave a fitting place for contemplation – should I go across to Graciosa tomorrow?

The Northern Tip of Lanzarote with Graciosa across the channel.

The Northern Tip of Lanzarote with Graciosa across the channel.

WALKING LANZAROTE. GR131 – over the top.

Teguise – Haria.

The title is not strictly true as the military have a well defended installation on the highest point, Penas del Chache 675m, as you can see from the above picture. The day started gradually along the usual sandy track through fields out of Teguise, there were some striking examples of the crushed black larva fields.

Teguise in the distance.

Teguise in the distance.

It was already hot and sunny and the wind seemed to have abated. As I gained height euphorbia and senecio plants dominated the rough ground. The beautiful white Ermita de las Nieves provided a sheltered haven for a snack, the wind had strengthened again. Whilst sat there a man appeared with a bunch of wild flowers, produced a vase and water for them and having lit a candle in the doorway  said a silent prayer. The place was obviously important to him and the simple ceremony touching. Whilst up here I also witnessed  the surreal sight of a mule stood in the back of a pickup truck being transported slowly, presumably to some new field for work. Alas not fast enough with the camera.

A thrilling hour was now spent traversing along the lip of the cliffs dropping 600m to a wild Atlantic sea at Farmara. One could just see the Island of Graciosa. Wouldn’t have approached so close if the wind had been any stronger, as it was I was hanging on to my hat. Fantastic spot. Descending into Haria was rapid on an ancient paved track zigzagging down crossing several times the modern road zigzagging up. This road seemed very popular with cyclists powering up, they all looked very fit. There were quite a few English voices amongst them so maybe they are here for winter training. Haria was another pleasant white village with some lively cafes, the coach trips were in. A 3 euro bus trip had me back into Arrecife within an hour and the trudge from the bus station to my hotel. I even had time for a swim in the sea before supper.                                                         This was the best day so far.

WALKING LANZAROTE. GR131 – the middle bit.

Montana Blanca – San Bartolome – Teguise.

I am now using the older  bus station a good 20mins walk across town.  There was nothing to keep me at Montana Blanca when I arrived. The morning was dull and very windy as I walked over to the larger town of San Bartolome.

San Bartolome.

San Bartolome.

This was a busy spot with complicated streets winding through it and out the other side onto the central ash plain. Hills kept appearing out of the mist

Most of the time I was walking on a dirt road between agricultural fields, an area known as El Jable,  to be honest it was rather boring. A minor highlight was crossing a small larva flow about halfway.

Many of the traditional crops are grown here – cereals, tomatoes, melons, marrows and potatoes. Small pits were dug down to the subsoil and windbreaks built. Now with more mechanisation fields can ‘ploughed’, a layer of manure is spread and then crushed black larva is brought onto site and spread out to act as a  moisture retaining layer.

Imported crushed stone.

Imported crushed stone.

Small depressions are still constructed for each plant and sometimes little hedges of wheat planted as a wind break. All manner of other wind breaks are constructed from pallets, boxes and stone. The area is not a pretty sight.

The rise up to Teguise became visible eventually.The town of Teguise had been the Island’s capital at one time and had some fine buildings and plazas. It was worth exploring and enjoying a cortado before catching the return bus.

WALKING LANZAROTE. GR131 – from pits to summits.

 

                                                               The black ‘vineyards’ of LA GERIA.

Uga – Conil – Montana Blanca.

Early morning and I’m back at Uga and a coffee in the bar after the bus trip. Well signed lanes lead out of the village and a track starts climbing up towards the cone of Montana de Guardiama through a dessert of black ash.I’m passing through a well known wine growing area, La Geria. How anybody grows anything here in the black ash is a miracle. But the hillsides are covered in semicircular wind shields around pits dug in the ash with vines hanging in there. The amount of work involved must be immense. At the col I drop my rucksack and head steeply up Guardiama, missing my poles because I travelled hand luggage only. Soon up at the trig point, 606m. The volcanic rocks hereabouts are encrusted in lichens reflecting the moisture laden air of the Atlantic. Views are rather misty but I can see the coaches heading into the volcanic Timanafaya national park. Enjoyed the airy perch.   Ahead are the volcanic summits around Conil and Montana Blanca my destination. Unfortunately its road walking that takes me there passing white villages of mainly holiday villas. Some people must have ideas of grandeur…  others more taste…  and the locals just live…

Passing between volcanoes I arrive in Montana Blanca and there in front of me is the bus stop. My bus is due in 15mins but after an hour I wander to a nearby bar to make enquiries – no that bus stop is no longer used and it ill be another hour before the next bus.  Get me a taxi is my response and I’m back in Arrecife in 10mins for 12Euros.

The defunct bus stop.

The defunct bus stop.

In recognition of the La Geria wine growing area I’ve walked through today I buy a bottle of the local Yaiza red wine to enjoy with my supper.

From this                                                                                          to this.

WALKING LANZAROTE. GR131 – the southern bit.

Playa Blanca – Yaiza – Uga.

Today was the trial for the Lanzarote bus service, critical for my week’s walking, verdict good and later bad. After a surprisingly good breakfast I ambled along the sea front to the newish,?futuristic guagua [bus] interchange.

The no 60 guagua came on schedule and had me in Playa Blanca in no time. This is the Southern resort and had little appeal. A few cafes and the ferry from Fuerteventura which could be seen in the murky distance as well as the nearer Isla de Lobos.

I did however find just above the beach a noticeboard with a map and stages for the GR131, it would seem I’m doing it in reverse, stage 5 to start. The tourist information office 5 metres from the above board didn’t know of the existence of the GR 131 but thought I was brave for setting off. One wonders that having spent thousands on the route the authorities would tell the TI.  An outline map would be so easy to produce and would encourage people to try it. Spain has never been good at publicizing their excellent walking potential.

I was soon on my way inland on ash tracks – a feature of this volcanic island. Passing unfinished holiday developments and their associated rubbish was rather depressing. To be honest apart from the ash desert I was in there was little else of interest, few flowers, even fewer birds and the odd lizard scuttling about.

The small village of Las Breňas came as a relief with its cactus gardens and a cafe.

The route continued across the ash below the Femes volcano,611m, which looked to have some good ridge walking. As I approached Yaiza the path came alongside the lava flows from the 1730’s eruption in the south of the island. Further on after the pleasant village the path wound its way through the lava fields. This area is used regularly by tourist camel trains, thankfully I avoided that pantomime. In the background were the craters of the Timanfaya national park where access is restricted.This is barren volcanic scenery which I’ve only experienced in Iceland before.

I arrived in the village of Uga 10mins before the return bus was due. There was a Dutch couple already waiting at the stop.

Church at Uga.

Church at Uga.

Nothing happened for 45mins which gave me time to watch a group of ladybirds on the tree next to the stop. Just when thoughts of a taxi crept into my mind along came the bus and and Arrecife was soon reached. A very refreshing swim, i.e. freezing, in the rooftop pool .

A busy day, it had been hot and sunny and the walking interesting without being dramatic, wonder how tomorrow will compare.

WALKING LANZAROTE – GR131,First impressions.

‘Lanzagrotty‘ was a phrase from last century which the island has found hard to throw off. This is my first visit and my initial impression didn’t compare well to the other Canary Islands I’ve walked and climbed on.

Windy –  Warm  –  Worn  all come to mind on the bus from the airport.

Arrecife, which I had chosen as a base because of its central position and good bus connections, was rather drab – a mixture of Spanish and North Africa. My hotel is OK but the surrounding streets lack a certain welcome. But this a working town and port not a holiday resort.
English doesn’t seem widely spoken which is a pleasant change in Europe so my Spanish will get used and abused.
Things will look better tomorrow after I’ve had a night’s sleep and the sun is shining.
I’m here to start walking the relatively new GR 131 which traverses all the Canary Islands, missing out the wet bits. There are only 5 stages on Lanzarote which should give me a pleasant winter get away. It turns out that this a well signed way with both waymarks and signposts, there are good information boards and even numbered kilometer posts. Named the Camino Natural and not always numbered the GR131.tmp_SAM_87971479884665

This is the best I can do for a map at present, will improve later.