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Penyghent from above above Crummack |
It was a joy to wake up and find sunshine and blue sky after so many weeks of grey skies and rain, though cold winds had been forecast. I wanted to see Crummackdale again.
Arriving at Wharfe still under a sunny sky I found the air pleasantly warm. The walk up the lane from
Wharfe seemed longer than it used to, but in spite of the very wet weather the
previous day and during the night the path was drying nicely. At the washdub field I met a group of lads
with their leader who had spent the previous day on the fells and a wet
night camping.
There was a large deep muddy pool near the top end of the lane beyond the stream crossing so I had to walk down to Sowerthwaite Farm and then up Crummack Lane to avoid it. There were only two cars parked at the lane junction, and the muddy mess left by cars I had noticed the last two times I was there has dried up in spite of the recent rains. I stopped for a snack.
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The Washdub Field |
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After the rain! |
There was a large deep muddy pool near the top end of the lane beyond the stream crossing so I had to walk down to Sowerthwaite Farm and then up Crummack Lane to avoid it. There were only two cars parked at the lane junction, and the muddy mess left by cars I had noticed the last two times I was there has dried up in spite of the recent rains. I stopped for a snack.
I was expecting a cold westerly breeze so had put on my lined
trousers, and my rucksack was quite heavy. However, I pushed on up the track from Crummack to reach
the ridge near Long Scar and later stopped
at Sulber Gate for a rest and to enjoy my lunch.
After that, as I prepared to continue the walk, I was joined by a local chap, who said he also planned to stop for a snack and later go over Moughton Scars to Moughton summit and then drop down to see some friends in Wharfe.
I intended to walk along from Beggars Stile as far as the path to Horton, and then along the edge path to Studrigg Scar; but there came a brief but wetting shower and I put on my jacket. Even though the other walker had caught me up and I could have travelled with him till he turned off for Moughton summit, I changed my route and started down the track into the valley and back to Wharfe.
Part of the lane was under swiftly running water, requiring me to use the adjoining field. Further on it was drier, and as the sun had returned I stopped to take off my jacket and changed into lighter clothes, immediately feeling much fresher.
Descending to Wharfe by the track I had come up I took the high path by the small house above the village, meeting yet again the other walker, who had come down from the scar to his friends in that house. I spent a pleasant fifteen minutes chatting about the area and the different footpaths, and was kindly offered a drink of cranberry and raspberry juice - delicious!
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Looking across to Moughton from Sulber Gate |
After that, as I prepared to continue the walk, I was joined by a local chap, who said he also planned to stop for a snack and later go over Moughton Scars to Moughton summit and then drop down to see some friends in Wharfe.
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Wet Crummackdale |
I intended to walk along from Beggars Stile as far as the path to Horton, and then along the edge path to Studrigg Scar; but there came a brief but wetting shower and I put on my jacket. Even though the other walker had caught me up and I could have travelled with him till he turned off for Moughton summit, I changed my route and started down the track into the valley and back to Wharfe.
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Lanes become streams |
Part of the lane was under swiftly running water, requiring me to use the adjoining field. Further on it was drier, and as the sun had returned I stopped to take off my jacket and changed into lighter clothes, immediately feeling much fresher.
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Five sycamores, five boulders |
Descending to Wharfe by the track I had come up I took the high path by the small house above the village, meeting yet again the other walker, who had come down from the scar to his friends in that house. I spent a pleasant fifteen minutes chatting about the area and the different footpaths, and was kindly offered a drink of cranberry and raspberry juice - delicious!
My feet were dry and pleasantly tired when I
reached the camper in good spirits. I set off back home where I discovered that perhaps the reason for my not feeling very energetic at the start of the walk was because I hadn't eaten half of my
breakfast!
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