Monday 12 September and we’ve suffered one of our windiest days ever, (tail end of some tropical hurricane I’m told), so I decided to take a short cut to the village bakery only to be peppered by conkers. While taking Doris for her evening stroll, I noticed the village green carpeted in green marbles, their mahogany contents trapped too early within.
I’m terrible when the tail end of summer quickly becomes autumn; I follow the same pattern each year trying to spend as much time outdoors before the short autumn becomes a long winter. Much of this summer has been lost to work of some kind. We’ve had more than our fair share of rain too with some muggy conditions. Yorkshire Kilnsey Show in the shadow of the dramatic Kilnsey Crag was almost a washout. This sketch shows visitors stampeding to their cars. One of the highlights however was our journey up through the beautiful and remote valley of Wharfedale. I’d forgotten how stunning this part of the world really is. We travelled up the dale passing through beautiful villages including Burnsall, The Strid and Bolten Abbey.
I’ve been promised a weekend of walking within the shoulders of this stunning dale.
Sunday we’re off up to Cross Fell (the highest point of the North Pennines 2,930 feet) for a high Pennine traverse, I believe the name Cross Fell comes from a time when a huge cross stood on the summit to scare away evil spirits. In fact in ancient times it was known as ‘Fiends Fell’ and said to be hangout of evil spirits. I might take a dram up their in my hipflask to keep the story alive. It’s a wild place prone to dense fog and fierce winds which are known locally as the Helm Wind. The Helm Wind is the only named wind in the British Isles and blows north easterly down the southwestern slope. Snow can remain in some of the gullies up until July with fresh snow falling as early as June. For now that particular walk is keeping an autumnal mood swing at bay.