To say it was windy that day is an understatement and the likelihood of rain was high, so it seemed only natural that I would have forgot to pack my waterproof jacket! As I am not one to head out unprepared I assured myself that it was not a long walk, and my North Face Primaloft is fine in a shower. Also, worst case scenario, I could always fashion a rather eye catching number from my bright orange survival sack that I always have packed in my daysack. With this decision made I drove to the carpark just off the A675 on the road to Tockholes.
Though there was a clear path, the ground underfoot was boggy and it wasn’t too long before one foot went straight in and over the boot and I was left with a slightly soggy foot!
From here it was a squishy walk up, crossing a stile and eventually popping out of a gully before the gradual ascent to the summit. Here there lies no trig point but instead a sheep fold which brought a welcome relief from the now gale force winds that kept trying very hard to knock me off my feet and away across the north of England!
With the wind behind me I pretty much flew down the path, stopping only briefly to admire the flow and ebb of the grass, and to look at the Darwin Tower, just in case it did take off. Before long I was back at the A675 where I crossed over and followed it south until I came to the road on the left where I had parked my car.
What had set out as just being an afternoon amble had once again exceeded my expectations and nature had once again astonished me with not only its beauty, but also its ability to keep on surprising!