Another midweek walk.
The long summer evenings are to be taken advantage of.
South for a walk?
I was in for a pleasant surprise.
One stop down the motorway,
J34 and a left away from Lancaster to the edge of the Forest of Bowland and up Clougha Pike
More of a wander than a walk. We didn’t take a map, we didn’t have an ‘app’.
If the mist had come down could have been a bit of a disaster.
An embarrassing call to the Mountain Rescue the ultimate irony.
As it was the sun came out, as did the cameras.
A bit of a bog to begin.
A hike up the hill with the white rocks of the peak echoed in white walls splitting green bilberry and ferns.
My more usual evening haunts of Farleton and Arnside almost in view.
I’ve been trying to find out what kind of rock it is. Not limestone and apparently left and ground through by the ice age. Hard enough to withstand the power from the north. Someone tell me please?
We started at X and finished a Y
The rest is a mystery.