We’re rounding off the holiday period with a flourish. Well – day trips. Yesterday we went up to Windermere with the Outlaws and some Aussie Relies. We took a cruise on the Lake (hence the Swan), to Waterhead and walked into Ambleside. Today we went to Skipton, despite Northern Rail’s best efforts to prevent us. The train was so full that they wouldn’t let us on. Fortunately our connection was only a few miles away in Carnforth so we managed to drive there and catch it. Just.
We looked around Skipton Castle which is well worth a visit. After last week’s clambering on The Singing Ringing Tree and falling off an Andy Goldsworthy sheep pen ‘sculpture’, this week B ‘are been mostly’ climbing on ancient monuments. And I don’t mean his Granddad.
In the evenings too I’ve been busy. Four consecutive nights of short brisk walks in the last of the light (or after). Dog walks without the dog. Two circuits via the Cove and the Lots. One trip through Eaves Wood to the Pepper Pot. And tonight an out and back across the field to Silverdale Green to do a loop around Clark’s Lot.
There hasn’t always been a lot to see. Usually because it has been dark. Often I found myself thinking back to walks earlier in the year and things that I noticed then and posted about. In Eaves Wood I saw black berries where there were yellow flowers on the Tutsan. The huge ants’ nest near the ruined cottage in Eaves Wood has gained several inches in height and three large stones that somebody placed on top have almost disappeared. In Pointer Wood I remembered the raucous morning Rooks that I met there several times in the spring.
I’ve been reading Wildlife In A Southern County by Richard Jefferies which I bought earlier this year in a second-hand bookshop in Bishop Auckland. It’s a really enjoyable read and details both the flora and fauna and the human inhabitants in Jefferies home patch at the end of the nineteenth Century. The book clearly draws on an intimate knowledge of one small area based on many years of patient observation. A more modern book of this type would almost certainly tell us something about the author too, but I think that his pleasure and enjoyment shines through from his descriptions.