Croston and Billinge Hill

Croston

       The geographers amongst you will realise that Croston and Billinge Hill are miles apart, so what is the silly fool on about? Well the motorbike was due a service, and I like to take it to an independent guy at Croston. This  village/small town is well and truly on the flat lands between Preston and Ormskirk. I had round about 6 hours to kill, so I was able to thoroughly explore Croston and its randomly signed "Heritage Walk". All quite interesting, and followed by a couple of hours chill out time sat reading in the sun, nice and relaxing.                                                                                                 Having collected the bike, I made my way through a maze of towns and villages to arrive almost on the very top of Billinge Hill, why all this effort you may ask? Well it is of course a Marilyn! A short walk took  me to the high point, sadly the view wasn't great, the atmospherics made things a bit hazy.

Billinge Hill

Upper Swaledale & Kisdon

        A rare day out with Bill, we parked near Keld and walked down through the cottages along the lane which brings you to the bridge across the River Swale. This is the meeting place of the Pennine Way and Wainwright's Coast to Coast, but all was quiet today, no one about. Our route followed the Coast to Coast for a while, past the ruins of Crackpot Hall and followed the path high above Swinner Gill. A short detour from the bridge across the gill was taken to visit Swinner Gill Kirk. The waterfall had little water in it none of which was going down the cave.

Upper Swaledale

Southeast for Kisdon

        A cool breeze was blowing down the gill, it was difficult to find a sheltered spot for lunch, eventually a goo place was found with a panoramic view of the upper Swale. The thin thread of a path contoured across the hillside to Arngill. We explored the recently restored adit mouth and old tips of the lead mine, before we descended to the valley floor. Across the footbridge field paths brought us round to the bridleway which gains height quickly up the southeast flank of Kisdon, the short cropped turf made for easy progress over the summit ridge. The track drops off promptly towards Keld and in our case the car.

Tilbirthwaite & Grizedale

         A bit of a change today, as I was on my own I got the mountain bike out, the first time for ages. I parked at Knipe Fold, my route took me over Iron Keld and down to Colwith, the bridleway brought me to Stang End and eventually Tilbirthwaite. The weather was much warmer than forecast, unless it was my body thermometer! I found a shaded spot under the Silver Birches to have lunch, whilst eating my butties I heard a Cuckoo, the first for me this year.

Wetherlam and the Langdale Fells from Iron Keld

         More bridleways and cycle paths led me to the head of Coniston Lake, before the stiff climb through the trees to Monk Coniston Moor. I was then able to pick up "The North Face Trail" which I followed all the way to the Grizedale visitor centre. Old bridleways were ridden to Satterthwaite then over to Low Dale Park and eventually Eel House. The road, which was busy, on the east side of Esthwaite Lake gave me the chance to do Scar House Lane on the way back to the car, which I arrived at completely knacked!

The Eden at Temple Sowerby

Oglebird Scar

       Another short stroll beside the River Eden, other than the traffic on the A66 (which we passed under) this was haven of peace on a Bank Holiday Sunday. The river and the banks were full of wildlife, an hour or so passed quickly as we watched Martins flying low over the water, catching flies before returning to their nesting holes only a few metres from were we sat. Further on the sandstone cliffs of Oglebird Scar had an appearance from another world. The sun was beating down all the way round, the car was a welcome sight back  in the village of Temple Sowerby.

BMW Dumfries & Galloway

The quay at Kirkcudbright

      I've made my annual Easter Trip to southwest Scotland on my motorcycle. This is a part of the world which never fails to both impress me and sooth the inner being, a lovely part of the world. Without boring anyone with a blow by blow account, the highlights were for me the two lighthouses of Carsewell and the Mull of Galloway, although Kirkcudbright is a particular favourite of mine. The photo above is of the quay at Kirkcudbright.   The Mull  is Scotlands most southerly point, and a RSPB reserve, there were many seabirds nesting on the cliffs. The distant views weren't the best, the good weather meant a soft haze clung to the western coasts. The overnight accommodation was the SYHA at Minigaff (Newton Stewart) which was as always excellent. Oh well work tomorrow, gives me time to plan sun/mon's activities.

Bank Newton

        Bank Newton is a small hamlet west of Gargrave on the Leeds Liverpool Canal, we arrived here to fill-in a gap which we hadn't walked on previous visits to the area. An easy ramble westwards along the canal to East Marton and back using a section of the Pennine Way and quiet lanes made for a pleasant day in the warm sun. Lots of barges were using the many locks, and provided good entertainment to the casual observer.

Farleton Knott

          When I got home from the bike ride, with the day improving, and still some energy left, I went for a short walk up Farleton Knott from home. I haven't managed to get up there very often yet this year, partly due to lots of cycling, the reason for which will become clear in the fullness of time. 4 posts in 1day, madness!