Walking with a friend who also writes their own blog risks repetition for people who are followers of both. As we walk we tend to take similar photos of the same points of interest, and our posts will inevitably include similar accounts of incidents.
Today's walk was covered by Bowland Climber in his post which conveys a vivid account of the whole walk and I recommend this to my readers here, and also use it as an excuse to omit an inferior detailed account myself.
CLICK HERE FOR BC's ACCOUNT
My thoughts on this trip major on the number of stiles. I am sure I don't exaggerate if I say there were more than twenty. With my twin knee replacements stiles are more of a challenge coupled with a heightened fear of slipping or falling. Many stiles today were in bad repair with wobbly planks, often coated with green slippery mould, ergonomically too high to conquer with comfort, and in perhaps a majority of cases doubled due to stream or ditch crossings. BC is very patient when I tackle these obstacles, taking more time than sprightly, less than seventy year olds.
For a couple of years now I have walked in Gortex or similar lined waterproof trail shoes rather than boots only using the latter if I anticipate pathless, rough, moorland terrain, and I have rarely suffered wet feet. It is surprising how that can be achieved with a little care. Today we had several gloopy sections and one in particular where you may see a photo of of me on BC's post looking as though I am on the point of sinking up to my waist, but despite appearances on the photo my feet remained dry in my Mountain Warehouse trail shoes.
Despite my grumpy stile comments and the muddy conditions the walk was enjoyable in good company and the route is improving as we move further east.
Old fire station in Singleton from the days when the village was part of the Miller family estate.
The Millers were wealthy cotton mill owners
|The white panels were decorated in an embossed fashion. Here I have altered the lighting to try and enhance that feature (click photo to enlarge)|
|You had to be jack-of-all-trades to be a fireman in those days.|
I wouldn't fancy my chances of catching the horse before the house had burned down.
|Singleton church. The congregation were just emerging from Sunday service as we passed|
|BC negotiates one of the old parish gates - a welcome relief from the more frequent stiles|
|One of the many rickety double stile/bridges encountered on this walk|
|Blue line is our "straight line" - pink is the one mile north parameter|