From Burns Beck Moss it was only a short drive to Killington. This is Killington Hall. It’s 15th Century with alterations or additions from 1640 and 1803. Oh, and 2017.
The peel tower is described as ruined, without a roof or a floor, on the description given with the listed building status, but it is clearly being restored at present – the windows have glass in them again and it is being reincorporated into the house by the look of it.
Opposite the Hall is All Saints Church.
According to a notice within the church, this is 13th and 14th Century and was built by the Pickering family who lived in the Hall (the Hall occupies the site of an even older building).
…is a fragment of medieval glass, showing a lion from the crest of the Pickering family.
“The east window, by Christopher Whall, dates from 1907”. (Source)
At the side of the peel tower runs Hall Beck…
…another tributary of the Lune.
Old School House, Killington.
The Middleton Fells.
This was a relatively short walk. You can trace my route on the map below: down the hill to Hallbeck, back up the other side of the stream, then south to Beckside, up to Harprigg then north back to Killington via Aikrigg.
Hall Beck at Hallbeck.
The Middleton Fells and Beckside.
It was mostly through farmland and not particularly spectacular in itself, but with great views of the Middleton Fells.
Burns Beck (again!) at Beckside.
Barn at Low Harprigg.
Harprigg. An unusual entrance I thought, I can’t find any historical details on the internet.
This Corvid – as usual, I’m not confident about which type – sat just beyond a gate from me, apparently oblivious until I opened the gate. Sadly, it wouldn’t turn around for a better portrait.
Near to this…
…transmitter? Phone mast? Whatever – was the highest point of the walk and also the best spot for views.
Howgills, Lune and Rawthey valleys and Holme Knott.
Burns Beck yet again.
I’d seen many more hedgerows cloaked with tent webs, but no sign of either caterpillars or moths in them. Now, as I stepped over stile, lots of small white things fluttered down out of the hedge, looking remarkably like petals falling on a gentle breeze. But they weren’t petals…
Back to Killington.