Wed 27 Aug 2014
Crummack Farm, Crummackdale |
Another lovely day, and although setting off late at turned nine I drove to Austwick and Crummackdale. It was just after ten o'clock when I parked on the lane to Crummack Farm and walked from there up on to the ridge which goes left down to Clapham and right to Sulber Gate. I checked the location of the path that leads off to Simon Fell and Ingleborough, then walked to the gate looking over Thieves Moss where I collected somebody's litter and had a snack out of the cool breeze in the sun overlooking Thieves Moss.
Sulber Gate |
Thieves Moss with Penyghent in the distance |
I then moved on to Sulber and up approximately as far as Nick Pot. The sky grew a little cloudy. I decided to pass over Moughton Crags and then on the edge path above Studrigg Scar but I stopped first near Beggars Stile where I had sat on my last visit to lunch out of the quite chilly wind from the north east. A small group of sheep eyed me cautiously before passing by on business of their own.
Good day Miss |
Feeling better I set off over the clints near the edge of Moughton Scars, past the cairn above Capple Bank which overlooks Crummackdale and was soon crossing the Horton path.
The sentinel cairn on Moughton Scars |
Wainwright didn't appear to know of the path along the top of Studgrigg Scar, probably because he was intent on visiting the top of Moughton. It's a pleasant path with excellent views down into the dale. I recalled the time I had stopped there in the sun and met a couple with whom I had a conversation about the area and Wainwright. That was 16 February. How time flies! This August day it was blustery and somehow impossible to find any place out of the wind.
Moughton Scars with Ingleborough distant |
Soon I reached the steep ladder stile over the wall to descend the stony path down from what AW refers to as a dry waterfall. His map in Walks in Limestone Country shows no path in 1970 but now it's much trodden. Even Chris Jesty in 2014 shows the way over the stony part as pathless but it's quite definite. Down in the valley I paid my usual visit to the Washdub Field where I sat in the sun for a few minutes before continuing up the lane, past the spring near where I had left my walking pole in February this year, and so to the car.