Another, and another, and another…

The Climbing Tree

Another weekend in January and the sun is shining again. Generally, the weather has been foul – on Thursday night we had lightening and one of the heaviest and most prolonged hail showers I’ve ever seen. But if it all comes good at the weekend then I’m a happy man.

Some old friends in the village – empty nesters – had young visitors, nieces and nephews, who joined us for a tour of Eaves Wood. We took them, as we always do in these circumstances, to The Climbing Tree, a large coppiced beech which was once the The Other Climbing Tree, but which seems to have supplanted the original Climbing Tree, a yew, in the children’s affections.


Our city-dwelling guests’ anxiety about the numerous perceived dangers of the woods, and trees and the ‘mountain’ we were climbing, were hardly assuaged when, shortly after I took this photo, A fell out of the tree and banged her head. She was shaken, and chose to go home (but doesn’t seem to be permanently damaged).

What was left of the party continued to Castlebarrow, where the views were magnificent – the Bowland fells and Ingleborough were white-over with snow.

Castlebarrow view 

And either side of the sun, were sundogs…

Sundog east 


When I raved to my friend the Painter about seeing this phenomena back in 2010, he was thoroughly underwhelmed – he sees them all the time apparently. It is his job to be out looking at the landscape and sky I suppose.

Sundog west 

Still, I haven’t seen them since then so I was quite happy. By blocking the view of the sun with a hand, you could just about make out a complete halo around the sun.

We were joined near the Pepper Pot by a sizable group of walkers, presumably from a club. I don’t belong to a walking club at present, but having had many formative experiences whilst out on club trips in the distant past (Oadby Hill-Walking Club and Manchester University Hiking Club) I generally regard clubs as A Good Thing. (Especially, when they’re walking where I’m not, heh heh)


We took a more circuitous route home, taking in a few more Eaves Wood landmarks – the ruined cottage, the giant ant-hill, and the Ring O’Beeches where one beech has a branch which bends down almost to the ground and which the kids like to swing on. B showed-off by climbing up and along said branch and into the bole of the tree – given our families recent propensity for misadventure I had to bite my tongue and look away. Fortunately, there was a great view of Ingleborough to look away at. (And also, B didn’t fall off.)

Snowy Ingleborough

(The rocks in the foreground are the top of the cliffs at Trowbarrow Quarry)

One of our young visitors was really enthused by the view. I told him that if he would come back in a few months, I would take him up there. His uncle, my friend T, wondered whether the invitation extended to him, since he’s never been up Ingleborough – so there’s another plan for this year.

Another sunny day, another stroll, another sighting of a sundog, another scheme for a day on the hill and another accident. I could really do without any more of the latter, but keep the rest rolling on.

Another, and another, and another…

7 thoughts on “Another, and another, and another…

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      Yes thanks – she seems to have forgotten it for now at least (she won’t have however – we’ll be hearing the story next time we wander that way).

  1. Your family really do know how to hurt themselves. I must be lucky that I haven’t passed on the Jones clumsiness genes to D and L. They still proliferate in me though

    Cracking photos, I would have been out myself this weekend but I was busy skliing in Switzerland – did I mention I was going?

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      Aside possibly from B, (touch wood), who makes up for it by having no fear, we are all clumsy. At least S fell off a modest bit of crag – not the ones he insists on clambering up at Porth Towyn.
      What was it Muttley used to say – ras’n’fras’n. (Well something like that.)

  2. I don’t think I have seen a better picture of that hill. For some reason (I don’t know why, put it down to ignorance) I hadn’t realised how close you were to the Dales. I ought to look at maps more…

  3. beatingthebounds says:

    We are, but idiotically I don’t often go there – we’re more than a bit spoiled for choice, what with the Dales, the Bowland Fells, the Lakes and the Howgills all pretty much on the doorstep. I haven’t been up Ingleborough myself for donkey’s years. (Strange expression that!?) Once upon a time I used to head for the Lancashire edge of those hills – the Middleton Fells and the sweep of hills around Bullpot Farm, Gragareth etc and also the Howgills and Wildboar Fell, once or twice Whernside from Dent, but generally I neglect the Dales too much – I’ve become more than a bit Lake District obsessed. The kids have done the waterfalls walk from Ingleton a couple of times, and been down a couple of the show caves. We did a pre-Christmas weekend at Malham, but – yes: more Dales this year.
    The view of Ingleborough from this direction is great – personally I think Hutton Roof Crags is the best place to see it from, but I get a good view most mornings on the way to work. One morning recently, it was clear here but Ingleborough was wreathed by a low hugging carpet of cloud – bits of the hill kept appearing through gaps in the cloud: rather magnificent.

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