Worm Gill
Monks Bridge, River Calder
Murky cloud on the high fells so we hiked from Cold Fell to the River Calder and up Worm Gill, the name maybe because of the way the river's bed worms its way in to the fells.
Lovely to hear the calls of the Skylarks aloft almost continuously and their counterpart, the burble of the becks. Terrain reminding me of hikes, compass navigation and bivouacs on Dartmoor: long wide hills covered with marshy grass, reeds with occasional piles of stones; fast-running rivers fed by numerous becks. And the view forward to Samuel, leading, reminded me of a famous photo from the Falklands War. Elsewhere, a sign prominently warned that off-road motorbikes are not welcome on this route.
We walked up and out of this open country, passing a small herd of gorgeous Angus cattle just in time to catch the shift-change rat-race out of Sellafield on the moorland road over Cold Fell.
Motorbikers prohibited
Homestead, part of an ancient settlement and field system at Tongue How on Town Bank
Remembering the Battle of Mount Tumbledown (Falklands War)
Dripping
Picnic view
Traces of Hematite (red ore bearing iron)
