When I quoted Heraclitus a couple of posts back, I already knew that I’d soon be posting again about pretty much the same walk – around the coast to Arnside and over the Knott on the way home. Here’s an alternative translation of that quote:
“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.”
My ancient Greek is not up to much, which is to say non-existent, so I don’t know whether this is more or less accurate, but I suspect the shorter, more pithy version is the correct one. However, this serves my purpose and works even better if I’m allowed some licence with the wording…
No man ever walks beside the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.
This walk, despite all the similarities with my trip with Little S, was also very different. We had more company, the weather was better and the tide was right in, which makes everything look different and requires some adjustment of the route.
We’ve done this walk many times, many, many times*, we’ve even done it on Easter Sunday before, although Little S won’t remember that since he was too little then to join us.
It’s not often though that I’ve seen the tide this far in, the only occasion I can remember before was a fairly wild day several years ago.
You can see from the shingle beach at White Creek that this is not a particularly high tide…
We could see flotsam left much higher up the beach by previous tides, but it’s not often that we time it right to see it this way.
Grange from White Creek.
The consensus opinion was that we should continue around the coast, although at times I wondered whether we would make it all the way round without getting our feet wet.
At New Barns the road was clear; we’ve been there in the past when the sea was over the road.
Closer to Arnside, we had to divert slightly into the small municipal garden because the water had completely covered the riverside path.
And then we had to clamber along some rocks to reach the path by the Coastguard Station….
We had a table for eleven booked at Gado Gado, Little S and I having decided that it definitely passed muster after our scouting mission a few days before, and despite the high tide we timed our arrival perfectly. (I had booked the table pretty late, knowing full well what we are like.)
Once again the food was excellent, or at least my scallops and tuna were. I tried A’s vegetable curry and that was also delicious, and it seemed that everybody else enjoyed their’s too.
Once again, we took a circuitous route up Arnside Knott. The views were superb as usual, but it had turned quite gloomy so I didn’t take any photos. The Coniston Fells, and Fairfield and Helvellyn all had a good covering of snow and we could even see the snows on Skiddaw, over Dunmail Raise.
From the trig pilar, we decided to take the path around the south side of the summit, which skirts the top of the steep scree slopes and gives a bird’s-eye view of Arnside Tower Farm, Middlebarrow Wood and Holgates Caravan Park.
Silverdale Moss and Ingleborough in the distance from the Knott.
*I love radio comedy and Little S and I have been listening to Round the Horne. He seems to have particularly latched on the Betty Marsden’s catch phrases ‘many times, many, many times’ and ‘allo cheeky face’. I shall be trying him on Hancock’s Half Hour next.