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I was very cross on the last stage of this walk; but in fact it unexpectedly ended very well, and all's well that ends well, as somebody said, right??
I’m on my way up to Scotland on a Monday for a few days walking with Dr Duncan, who’s just started a new job in Dundee. And since he’s not expecting to be back home before 9.00 pm, I decide to do a short walk on the way there – not least because the forecast for Dundee and Scotland generally has been steadily getting worse and worse since we made our plans, so I feel I should make the most of what is forecast to be a fine sunny day.
I’ve more or less decided on something in the Northern Pennines – but what?? I’ve been wanting to visit High Cup Nick for a while, but really I'd likd to include it in a longer route, for which today I don’t have time. So after poring over maps for a while, I go for Cross Fell. I think I once walked it in my dim and very distant youth, but I couldn’t remember it at all – which is a good enough reason to visit it again.
I’ve planned (with a bit of help from trailmasher - for which, thanks again) a route starting at Kirkland, ascending on the south side, and descending on the north side via the “Pennine Journey” path. I’m expecting it’ll take me about 4.5 hours, but if I’m ahead of schedule, and/or Duncan is late, there could be time to take in Little and Great Dun Fells.
The drive from the M6 to Kirkland affords some alluring views of the target, and the weather is superb.
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There's plenty of parking in Kirkland, and I'm soon on my way.
The first section runs along a metalled farm track...
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...before giving way to a path across fields.
20200824_144801. Centre pic is the wonderfully named Grumply Hill.
There's a clearly visible track that runs along the north side of Grumply Hill, and I follow this. The views looking back towards the Eden Valley, and behind it, the Lake District are just magnificent...
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20200824_151123. Ahead Wild Boar Scar. Easy walking on a clear track. I hear and then see a Stonechat on the way, but apart from that, and a stunning sighting of a somewhat rarer bird later on, I see very little in the way of bird life. I guess if we poison all our invertebrates through intense agriculture, this is sadly inevitable...
20200824_151843. SSE Murton Pike and (I suppose) Roman Fell Scar show clearly. Visibility is phenomenal. I guess that the hill in the far background with the scarps either side must be Wild Boar Fell ?
20200824_152343. I have to keep looking back along Grumply Hill, towards the Eden Valley and the Lake District...
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Once above Wild Boar Scar, it's a steady pull up towards the Cross Fell plateau. Little (to the left) and Great (to the right with the radio mast) Dun come into view, and I'll soon need to weigh up whether I've enough time to include them.
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20200824_163222. View looking south east towards the Duns; slightly left of centre, in the far background, Cow Green Reservoir is just visible.
Now is decision point: it'll be about 17.30 by the time I get back to the car, and the journey time is about 3.5 hours; so I haven't really got time to include the Duns. Decision made. Onwards and upwards!
20200824_164138. There's a clear track along the high point line. This pic is taken just before the shelter comes into view, looking back south south east towards the Duns, with again Cow Green Reservoir visible in the far distance.
20200824_164651. Shortly afterwards the new shelter comes into view (this must have been rebuilt quite recently, because WHRs from just a few years ago show a different structure). For some reason I'd thought it was rather like an igloo, and as such hollow inside. But it's solid, shelter being provided by the 4 perpendicular walls.
20200824_170054. I sit on the west side and have a bite of lunch and a cup of tea as I soak in the sun for 15 minutes or so.
Then, appropriately refreshed, I pack up and head north towards the Pennine Journey path.
20200824_170521. This view is looking north.
And this is looking south back up towards the Fell
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On the plateau the going is easy, but as I round the edge of the scarp just beyond where the last pic was taken, I look down and see that practically the whole of the area below is a glistening bog!
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This is what the OS tells us:
This is the reality!!!
Initially I gingerly try to work my way through it, but it just gets worse and worse. So I go back up the hill a few hundred metres to a point above the well, and then take a route further to the West than the one I was on. By dint of delicately sod-hopping I don't get too wet, but neither are my feet dry
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But it's some consolation to see the unmistakable sight of a short-eared owl quartering the moor - the game keepers haven't got them all yet!
(Library pic - my sighting was too far away and too brief to get a pic.)
I'm just getting to a point where the bog is petering out, and am doing my last bit of sod-hopping when my phone rings. I guess it's Dr Duncan, and it is. He's is ahead of schedule and expects to be home around 7.30pm. I give him my ETA, and hurriedly pocket the phone, as the sod I'm teetering on is rapidly sinking. At least I think I pocket my phone... Ten minutes or so later I reach for it in order to take a last photo, and... it ain't there
. I spend the next hour or so going up and down the path trying to locate it, but without success. I'm not that bothered about the phone itself, but there are lots of pics on it, both from today and other occasions. Regretfully I eventually continue back to the car.
In these covid times, I eschew my usual stop at an establishment of cultural, historical and architectural interest, instead contenting myself with a can of (warm!) Brew Dog Nanny State, before heading north once more, arriving over an hour late at Dr Duncan's place.
But... (remember: all's well....?) About a week later while we're walking the dogs, my better half receives a call from a number she doesn't know. We debate whether to take it, but eventually we decide to; and thank goodness we did! It turns out that a guy has actually found the phone, and is ringing the last number I rang to try to trace me! Really really kind. Thanks a million, Mac. Like I said, I seriously owe you a beer or three!
