Off the path . . .
Leaving the holiday house in Hartsop I headed along the path towards Bridgend for a short walk after the afternoon rains had passed. As I rounded the bend, I noticed a dry stone wall perched at the top of a small hill to my right that pleading to be investigated as it appeared to have a better view/location than from the path which was in and out of the trees. I have been known to wander off the path quite often . . . especially for a good dry stone wall. It was a relatively short climb up to the stone wall . . . but there was still some muttering (“This better be worth it!”) and complaining (“watch the light disappear before I get there!) that did happened.
This is the view from off the path at the dry stone wall. The fell on the left is Hartsop Dodd, while behind Brothers Water are Middle Dodd and High Hartsop Dodd. In the mid ground, lit by the later afternoon sun, is the village of Hartsop.
In the end, it was worth it AND the light didn’t disappear!
Off the path . . .
Leaving the holiday house in Hartsop I headed along the path towards Bridgend for a short walk after the afternoon rains had passed. As I rounded the bend, I noticed a dry stone wall perched at the top of a small hill to my right that pleading to be investigated as it appeared to have a better view/location than from the path which was in and out of the trees. I have been known to wander off the path quite often . . . especially for a good dry stone wall. It was a relatively short climb up to the stone wall . . . but there was still some muttering (“This better be worth it!”) and complaining (“watch the light disappear before I get there!) that did happened.
This is the view from off the path at the dry stone wall. The fell on the left is Hartsop Dodd, while behind Brothers Water are Middle Dodd and High Hartsop Dodd. In the mid ground, lit by the later afternoon sun, is the village of Hartsop.
In the end, it was worth it AND the light didn’t disappear!