|Ridge Romping In The Mind in a Suntrap on Kensgriff|
|Who's that playing in the shadows?|
|LTD on the top of Randygill...er.....Top.|
|Fearsome iced grass shows the way up Yarlside.|
|The top of Yarlside|
|LTD at The Calf|
|If he hadn't scoffed all those gravy bones he wouldn't have been so thirsty|
So, ignoring the whingeing lower limbs and joints we suffered mightily and very very slowly up the steepness to the bridleway. This is where we met two walkers having lunch, so we had to pretend, briefly, that everything was fine and that no pain or discomfort at all was being felt and wasn't it lovely? After a brief spurt of effort, which almost killed me if I'm honest, we continued painfully and with harsh words to the bloody trig point where we go a lovely view of bloody Morecambe Bay with the bloody tide in. LTD cocked his leg on the trig. And serve it right, too.
|View from a joyful romp|
|Somebody over there just opened a bag of crisps|
Hopefully, I'm a few contours fitter. I'm certainly not any lighter just now.
I once wrote a sort of guide thingy to the Howgill Fells - 12 months in the Howgills, published only in Doodlecat, by the redoubtable Phil Lambert. The version was lost a while back, but I wondered, during this little trundle whether I should write that again. It is well out of date now, and I think , maybe I could make a better stab at it. I started it in the September. Maybe I might do that again. I asked LTD and his opinion was that it would be all right, providing a proper supply of doggy treats would be available. I should ask the skylark, I think.