The Troutbeck Tongue
I went for a walk today.
Not miles and miles,
not even miles and miles away.
Just a short journey from home and a less than strenuous stroll down Troutbeck valley to the Tongue.
Infamous stile to no where
Last time I went up this hill it was so misty and wet it was hardly possible to see from one side of the valley to the other.
Can’t climb the wall, just go through the wall!
Things started a little misty today
But eventually the full line from Thornthwaite to Windermere blended away in the early summer light and was just a pleasure.
As for bank holiday Monday, there was barely a soul in sight.
Everyone must have had bigger hills to climb.
Up to Yolk and Ill Bell
Instead we saw the locals just getting on with life,
Caught the end of a hound trial on Kirkstone
lounging around in their cars
and winning the odd prize.