“And is no nook of English ground secureFrom rash assault ?”Gunnerside Gill off Swaledale was filled with burning, digging, banging, crushing and smelting lead ore, at the time Wordsworth was writing. Industrial buildings thrown up willy-nilly, plate-ways carved diagonally up hillsides. Today, a path climbs the narrow re-wooded valley, passing… Continue reading
The first aid course planned for the weekend of 15th and 16th of January was cancelled at late notice due to the instructor testing positive for covid. The weather forecast was good so 3 of the course members, Andrew, Adam and Dave M plus Charley made a spontaneous decision to… Continue reading
BREAKING NEWS – Carrier has paid his subs. Continue reading
Another beautifully wet and windy day welcomed the hardy souls of the York Mountaineering Club to Chop Gate, where everyone was extremely thankful to Hambleton District council fixing the parking meter! After donning our full wet weather kit again, we headed up the wonderfully muddy hill behind the Wesleyan chapel,… Continue reading
On Saturday the 20th of November a small band of hardy souls embarked on a trip to the Dales with a plan to walk up Ingleborough from Horton in Ribblesdale but with an open mind as to the exact route to take. The meeting point was at the main car… Continue reading
Another letter from the soggy North. Two weekends ago Pen and I enjoyed the most terrific day on the Forcan ridge and Faochag ridge and the round of two munros, The Saddle and Sgurr na Sgine at their head. Starting a bit later than we intended we parked on the… Continue reading
The moon still shone, high above Loch Tulla, as we parked by Achallater Farm, a few miles up the road from Bridge of Orchy. The place and time, brought echoes of starting other days here:- for Y-Gulley, Central Gulley, and a few trips up West Gulley. This time, our objective… Continue reading
I thought I would share some of the small adventures Pen and I, and Alfie the Westie, have been having up here in the land of mists and heather. Life has been busy but we have managed to tick off 4 Munros, a Corbett and a trip to the “local”… Continue reading
Bitterly ironic is not how I normally think of Steve M. However he smiled as he photographed me sitting with his dog, and I must wonder whether he was thinking “Should’ve gone to Specsavers !”. Alas, truth will out. We were on the rim of the Monadliath, some 200 square… Continue reading
