OK the Union has its faults AND SO HAS EVERY OTHER ORGANISATION IN THE WORLD, but it has existed and done more good than harm over the longest period of peace Europe has ever known. It has introduced beneficial legislation, (as well as some fatuous stuff I know, but how much does that really matter?) and will continue to do so with good intentions. If we go independent the emphasis will be on money grabbing, bigger fortunes for the rich and general cynicism with no thoughts for humanity and environmental issues, and we will most likely become one of the world's most hated countries. All that is fairly certain, and enough to underline a decision to remain rather than embark on a risky strategy which will almost certainly create economic difficulty for the next few years at the best, and no guarantee whatsoever that we would improve on that in the fiercely competitive international trading climate.
What a difference between walking on a popular well established LDP (The Dalesway) and other nondescript public footpaths marked on the map.
Today, in order to devise a circular route to avoid a there and back one, I set off on minor paths so I could leave my section of Dalesway to enjoy as a finale. All to the north of my starting point on the A684 was off -Dalesway - see the map below. To be fair those paths were just evident on the ground and they were way-marked, but they had no apparent purposeful direction traversing fairly boring livestock fields, although the surroundings of the southern edge of the Howgills to the north and the more distant northern edge of the Bowland hills to the south provided a splendid background.
Towards the end of that section I was confronted by an immovable metal gate, impossible to lift and covered in barbed wire along the top, and I had to retreat back on to the main road. I have reported this to Cumbria County Council.
Once back on the Dalesway I was following the river Rawthey on a good path mostly high above the river but shrouded by mature trees, so I was only getting tantalising glimpses of the river which, far below was tumbling, gushing and surging over its limestone bed with much vigour appealing to an innate connection with this staple ingredient allowing us to exist on this planet.
Several dog walkers were encountered and a couple of serious backpackers, again carrying far too much weight. It was all pure pleasure and this short six mile section was over too soon.
|Glimpses of the turbulent and hugely appealing river Rawthey - it joins with the river Dee flowing out of Dentdale a few hundred yards further on, and a little later it flows into the river Lune|
|Confluence with the river Dee|
|The railway is disused. Are they (we always say "they" not being too sure who we are talking about) going to let the bridge just rust away?|
|Drastic solution, but if they had made the ring stick out more we may have become caught up in it|
|Lincoln Inn's Bridge, my start and finish. 17th century (so they say), named after a now defunct Lincoln Inn pub|
|Click to enlarge|