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Summit of Moughton |
The sky looked reasonably calm and not too grey. The forecast was for grey sky all day virtually everywhere. However, as Andrew and I reached Wharfe the sun was shining, the sky was blue, and there was hardly any wind. In short, we had a wonderful day, starting in Wharfe and ascending Moughton by Studrigg Scar.
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We've both been here before |
We then made for
the edge path where we stopped for more photos at the shelter resembling a chair.
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The Chair - but not on Red Pike |
We walked past the amphitheatre-like area and on to the path that runs along the edge of the scar.
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How old is that sheepfold? |
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Such a lovely area |
We stopped for lunch at the cairn on Moughton Scars, warm in the sun. A
number of people passed by, and we saw others who had come up from Horton. The
air was warm and it was really like a spring day again, as on Thursday: a
little better, in fact. So much for the weather forecast.
We tottered along the
clints to Beggars Stile, and then up over Thieves Moss to Sulber Gate, where we
stopped again for a snack. Two boys arrived on bikes, stopped for a while to
gaze over the limestone pavement, and then went on their way. I was reminded of the time when two boys came over the fells to practise on their musical instruments on a very cold 25 January 2003! I wonder what they are doing now, almost in their thirties?
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Mandolin and guitar players at Sulber Gate |
We set off along the broad path to Long Scar, and after stopping for
some photos headed down to Crummack. It was easy to pass the huge
puddle I had avoided three days before, as it had shrunk somewhat, and then we stopped again at the Wash Dub Field. I was surprised to see there a fresh
notice board with information about the sheep dipping, which must have been put
in place since Thursday. Good to see.
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Cold wetting work for those farmers |
We then set off down
White Stone Lane (the name written on Andrew's map) and passed in front of the
little house and greeted the lady who had given me the drink of raspberry
cordial three days ago. Yet another
lovely day in one of my favourite regions.
