How does one define a good walk? Today made me realise that it may be more to do with one's own mood at the time supplementing the physical attributes of the weather, terrain and landscape.
Today saw us following the River Calder back to the Arbor which was all attractive enough, and then a stiff climb, partly trackless up heather covered hillside, and more trackless yomping across the tops and then a descent to the plains of the River Wyre, and surfaced farm tracks giving a panoramic view of the whole extent of the Bowland hills skyline from the south that I had not seen before. A further descent into the course of the Wyre, and then its crossing, and another steepish climb out had us at our finish. All that was good enough, if not a bit special, but when one factors in pretty dismal cold weather with prolonged bouts of heavy wind driven rain one may think that could have reduced the enjoyment.
From the start I had a feeling of pleasant anticipation. Conversation, as always with BC, was nonstop and wide ranging. On the steep climb from the Arbor I felt fit and somehow empowered revelling in the satisfaction of a well dictated rhythm and almost uninterrupted ascent. Once out on the rolling moorland, trekking through heather not much more than ankle deep, I had a more than usual feeling of euphoria and liberation with huge expanses of wild country in all directions. Wind and freezing rain and hail only added to my elation, especially knowing that I had good clothing keeping me warm and dry underneath.
This was for the partly indiscernible reasons that I have tried to express above a bit special.
|The Arbor again.|
Photos elsewhere show the windows as English arches, but now covered by metal sheeting.
Even the skylight on the roof had a metal barred cage over.
|Halfway up the climb from the Arbor.|
BC surveys one of the line of posh shooting buts we were following
|This is the first time we had seen such engineered shooting buts.|
Does it indicate the growing prosperity of the grouse shooting activity?
|The River Calder looking towards its source.|
The Arbor is down below to the right of the stream
|Huge expanses of wild moorland - deep breaths and fresh air.|
Red line in distance shows our route - click to enlarge
|A traditional shooting but, but a pretty elaborate one at that. |
They are often a lot more rudimentary, although the photo above shows modern development.
|Zoom to sun on Heysham power station|
|Surfaced farm track and the new to me view of the extensive Bowland hills skyline from the south.|
I once walked the whole of its length - a day that turned out to be longer than I had anticipated
|A tributary of the Wyre we crossed before crossing the main river bridge.|
The path here was steep, muddy and eroded - I indulged in a bit of bum-sliding.
|Gnarly beech trees just before we merged onto the road beyond and our finish.|
They look better enlarged.
|Ignore green horizontal (The Wyre Way)|
No significance in use of two formats for route indication