Towards the Waking

Eaves Wood – Castlebarrow – Ring O’Beeches – Waterslack – Hawes Water – Thrang Brow – Yealand Allotment – Yealand Storrs – Leighton Hall – Summer House Hill – Warton Crag – Crag Foot – Quaker’s Stang – Heald Brow – Woodwell – The Green


The forecast for last weekend wasn’t dreadful, but it didn’t create much gleeful anticipation either – it was for dry weather, but cloudy and dull. Actually, on the Saturday morning (when I was busy) there was a bit of sunshine, but when I got out for a walk in the afternoon it was so gloomy that I didn’t bother to take any photos at all.

On the Sunday morning, neither of the boys were playing rugby and I had contemplated setting off early and heading out for a walk in the hills, but, given the forecast, decided to walk from home instead. I was still out quite early, in time to catch the sunrise from Castlebarrow, by the Pepper Pot, or so I thought, but perhaps due to the cloud low in the eastern sky, the sun didn’t actually appear until I was heading through the woods towards the Ring O’Beeches.


I suppose it was the low trajectory of the winter sun which enabled me to apparently take several sunrise photos, each from a new vantage point, with probably about 50 yards between them.


This was a bit of a surprise: pale blue sky and clear sight of the sun.


From the boardwalk by Hawes Water, Challan Hall was catching the early light. Two Cormorants were interrupted by my presence and circled above the lake, before roosting in their usual spot in the dead tree on the far shore.


Hawes Water and Challan Hall.

In the fields near Hawes Water, I was entertained by a pair of Buzzards, one of which eventually  flew across my view, tantalisingly close to my lens, but sadly the only photograph I was quick enough to take came out blurred beyond recognition.

I was a little concerned that the forecast had misled me into making a poor choice and thought that a short diversion to the minor hummock of Thrang Brow would give me a clearer idea. I haven’t been there for a while; it has a view of the Lakeland hills, although nothing to rival the view from Arnside Knott or Haverbrack. Or rather, sometimes it has a view of the Lakeland hills; on this occasion I couldn’t see anything much beyond Arnside Knott and even that was a bit lost in the haze.


Arnside Knott from Thrang Brow.

I’m glad I went that way though, because then I remembered a small trod which wends it’s way through the woods and limestone pavements of Yealand Allotment and which I haven’t followed for quite some time.

My original plan, when I reached Yealand Storrs, had been to follow the road for a while and then climb into Cringlebarrow Woods, but for some reason I decided instead to cross the road and follow the path across the fields towards Leighton Hall. I hoped that the fields might have dried out a bit after a relatively rain-free week, but actually the going was very heavy. My hastily amended plan involved turning left at Leighton Hall Farm to cut up to Deepdale and so to Cringlebarrow Woods that way, but I could hear heavy machinery in operation and, thinking that there was some tree-felling underway, changed my mind again. Past the Hall and up Summer House Hill it was.


Leighton Hall and Leighton Moss from Summer House Hill.

The view from Summer House Hill can be a cracker, but once again, anything at all distant was looking a little murky.

The field at the top of the hill had bluey-green, or greeny-blue….stuff…spread across the surface…




…is the base of the former summer house which gives the hill its name. It had been very liberally…blued…


Does anybody have any idea what this is?


I’d just said hello to a couple who were walking with their dog, when I was surprised to see a Jay sitting calmly in a tree relatively close by. It’s not that I don’t see jays – I do – but that having seen them, I then usually almost immediately lose sight of them, because they are generally very shy and soon make themselves scarce. Since this one didn’t fly off, I thought I would play my customary cat-and-mouse game of edging forward with my camera and taking another photo every couple of strides. To my surprise, the Jay flew  toward me, down to the ground and then continued to hop in my direction before stopping to grub around in the leaf litter.


It was a shame that the sun wasn’t still shining: Jays are so unlike their monotone Corvid cousins, with their pink and blue plumage and their striped head.


Fortunately, the sun was soon shining again, if perhaps a little weakly in the haze.


Peter Lane Lime Kiln.

Lime Kilns are a bit of a feature of the area and I often pass them on walks, but rarely remember to take photos of them.

The same could be said of sheep…


…these few stood out because they are of an unusual breed for this area (I can’t work out which).


Warton Crag’s Easter Island Heads.

There’s been a fair bit of tree-felling near the top of Warton Crag, which I think will take a little while to get used to. The view from the top was predictably limited…



River Keer from Warton Crag.


More Tree-felling.


Quicksand Pool and Quaker’s Stang.


Brown’s House and the ‘smelting’ chimney from Quaker’s Stang.

For the last part of my walk the sun came out again.


Warton Crag and the salt-marsh from Heald Brow.

I like this time of year: it’s still winter, with the possibility of snow and ice, which is fine, but it also feels like we’re sliding inexorably toward spring.

When all sap lies quiet and does not climb,
When all seems dead, I cultivate
The wild garden rioting in my memory,
Count in advance the treasures which
The sleeping sap contains,

And winter runs from now toward
The waking of the sap and spring.

from Garland for the Winter Solstice  by Ruthven Todd.

Towards the Waking

13 thoughts on “Towards the Waking

  1. Some great photos there, liked he one of Leighton Hall (we camped in the grounds once with the Sealed Knot) and am jealous of the jay photos.

    The blue stuff looks like shoddy – but I’m not sure why they would be trying to improve the soil on an old foundation.

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      Shoddy – that’s a new term to me (in this context, I’m far too familiar with shoddy workmanship 😉 ).
      Leighton Hall used to (and may still) put on last night of the proms type concerts. We sneaked in by the footpath at the top of the hill to watch for free. Fantastic. I even paid once I think. Um, not sure I should confess to that, we know some of the current generation of the family at the Hall.

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      Thanks (mum?). Me and Saint Francis of Assisi. Perhaps it makes up for the charm I sometimes lack in other areas? 😁
      I was really thrilled by the Jay. I probably took around 20 photos in all, I was able to watch it for a while.

  2. It was dreary dull down here last weekend as well. A Forest of Dean cycle ride was my choice. Looks like you had a pretty good walk in the end and sounds like quite a long way. All adds up towards the thousand miles

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      I imagine, from my limited acquaintance, that the Forest of Dean is just about perfect for cycling.
      I think I did the right thing staying near home, I think the weather was worse in the hills, and the bit of sunshine I got was an unexpected bonus. It was just short of 12 miles and I was home for lunch, although a slightly late one. Making good progress against my target so far 😀.

  3. The sun may have been reluctant to shine as you wanted it too, but I have totally enjoyed this walk with the sunrise, misty views, jay, sheep, shoddy and my favourite, walking by the reeds.

  4. Peter says:

    I am familiar with shoddy as a poor woollen fabric (or the waste wool, rags, etc. material it is made out of), but not as a ‘land improver’. I thought the blue stuff looked like paper waste, which is laced with (more) chemicals or paired with slurry and then spread as a soil improver, but that may be what they call it now …
    The summerhouse is adjacent to a Scheduled prehistoric cairn and stone circle. The latter is a rare monument type in Lancs and this one is distinctly underwhelming when compared with Cumbrian examples. It has been suggested that the summerhouse base was another burial cairn, improved by quarrying the circle and other cairn, which may account for the lack of stones there…

    1. beatingthebounds says:

      Oh, it is a Stone Circle. I read about it on the Modern Antiquarian website, but took it with a pinch of salt since that seems to identify ancient sites here, there and everywhere. I shall take another look in that case.

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