Far Arnside – Arnside Point – White Creek – Blackstone Point – New Barns – Arnside – Arnside Knott – Holgates.
So: the next step in Operation Catch-Up, which sees us jumping from early October to late November. What happened in between, I hear you cry? Well, for one thing, a great deal of rugby. S has overcome his worries – “If somebody stands on my head, will my brains come out of my ears?”, is it any wonder he didn’t want to play? – so, he’s overcome his concerns and started to play, B meanwhile is now playing for his school team on Saturdays and after school, on top of the club training and matches on Sundays. All of which is great fun, but not always very compatible with me getting in much walking.
Ostensibly, the weather might look similar to that from the last post, and it was, in as much as the sky was clear and the sun was shining, but the sun was considerably lower in the sky, there had been a hard frost, and it was much colder.
A joined me for the walk and we went around the coast to Arnside; I know that it’s my favourite route in the area and I’m pretty confident that it’s her’s too.
…was taken from the same spot as the one before, but through the wonders of the camera’s superzoom, it shows Meathop Fell and snowy Lakeland peaks behind.
The boys had declined to come with us, being too attached to their Games Console and/or the TV, so A was particularly keen to have her photo taken whilst standing on this patch of ‘snow’ – actually ice left by the retreating tidal River Kent – because she knew the boys would be jealous. The rest of the river bank was frozen too, though less obviously so, since it was clear ice (and pretty treacherous).
It was a calm, windless day so that there were nice reflections on the river.
Distant Howgill Fells.
In Arnside, A and I were lucky to get a table in the Old Bakery, where we enjoyed a pie and peas lunch. (Well, I did, A had a sausage roll and baked beans).
In the shade of Dobshall Wood, we found a hedgerow still liberally coated with frost and we both enjoyed taking lots of photos.
From there we climbed onto the Knott.
Whitbarrow Scar was catching the sun and looking particularly fine, but clouds were amassing behind.
Enjoying the view.
The roof of cloud which was darkening the Lakeland Fells was rapidly coming our way…
A by the toposcope.