Mid July, the intermittent summer returned bringing a bright, sunny day but with a breeze making conditions bearable. Phil and I took the same walk. As we ambled along the river, we noticed the sun falling between the trees made arty reflections on the water’s surface. Our photos looked like impressionist masterpieces without the need for any digital trickery!.
At Hardcastle Crags, we walked through the full car park, trying to locate the path I’d found instinctively in March but this time it eluded me. Confused, I asked a man in an NT hut. After he tried to flog me a map, I eventually garnered from him the way to the Willow Gate path. I just about recognised the leafy lane now overgrown with summer vegetation. At the field, I suggested a rest but the gate was not attached and required too much heft to lift so we perched on the wall. I pointed out a huge rabbit in the rough field opposite. Phil captured it on camera but I failed. As we climbed up the stone path, I indicated various rock features remembered from my previous visit.
Continuing to the top of the wood, we crossed a stile and went up the ‘green lane’ to emerge at Shackleton. Spotting another rabbit, this time I managed to get it in shot. At the bottom of Shackleton Hill, we debated options. Phil said he needed to rest and I thought going into the dean might be too much for me anyway. We started down the track on the lookout for a stopping place, settling on a clump of rocks amidst the trees. We ate a small picnic before walking the short distance back to Midgehole Road. With 10 minutes till the 906 bus was due, we waited to enjoy a lovely quick ride back to town. As we walked home, the sky became cloudier and the air cooler.
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