The weather is dry at last, but it is getting colder with appreciable
snow on the high fells today.
After a fine lunch at the Orient Express Cafe we drove the
short distance down the side of Bassenthwaite Lake to Thornthwaite,
where we've planned a walk up into the Whinlatter Forest .
. . but our first possible parking space was not available to
use.
We turned off the A66 towards the village of
Thornthwaite, onto the old road.
Woodend Brow car parking was unavailable today
as the drainage seemed to be problematic.
The car park is rather hemmed in by the A66
embankment and the drains are blocked.
That blue sign informs handicapped people where
to park . . . that's not very fair is it !
We headed on down into the village, past Barf
and old Swan Hotel and parked by the old roadside garage.
The bus to Preston College also seems to have
suffered from a bit of a service cut-back.
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My walking companions today, Loes and Lill.
From the start of our walk the views were a
delight.
Here we're looking over the first houses of
the village at Ullock Pike on the side of snow capped Skiddaw.
Looking over to the snow on distant Helvellyn.
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The famous
Thornthwaite Gallery . . . |
. . . and some of the
driveways of the village. |
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Rather than
head to Portinscale we turn right and start to climb
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Comb Beck that flows down from Whinlatter. |
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"Sequestered
Seldom Seen" - a poem on one of the cottages. |
The beck in that ravine
is in full, noisy flow today. |
Above the final house (and garden shed) there's
a gate leading into the forestry.
There's been a lot of felling and some storm
damage in the eight years since I was here last.
Everything is a lot more open, light and airey.
A wind-blown tree spans the raging beck but
don't even think about crossing
as the dampness and the moss makes it as slippery
as a greased pole.
All signs of the landslide of nine years ago
have gone and the path is in good condition.
On reaching the first forest track there's a
signpost which apart from the direction arms, tells you to slow
down.
I didn't think we were walking that fast, but
perhaps it related to mountain bikes crossing the public footpath.
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Whinlatter
is famous for its "Gruffalos" . . . |
. . . could this be
one we spotted climbing a tree ? |
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The bridleway footpath
heads off to the right after the bridge
but we take a good path off to the left
and stay close to the river.
As a result we stumble on the site
of the old dam that once held water back
presumably for some old power project.
It is very much hidden in the trees
but the O.S map does mention it as a landmark.
Now I've actually spotted it for myself.
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Above are the pools that one can see from the
Whinlatter Road.
Our path navigated around the top of them, where
it joins a larger forest track.
These delightful pools are a lot more open now,
due to the tree felling of recent years.
We are heading up to the road in order to cut
back to Thornthwaite by following a different beck back down
the fell.
On this top section the views are clear all
the way to Helvellyn and the Dodds.
Someone has demolished the bridge on the tight
bend on the way up Whinlatter . . . again !
We'll turn left her, down the forest track marked
as unsuitable for motors and now blocked by large bollards.
The track leads steadily back down now,
following the Masmill Beck which drains the
eastern side of Hospital Plantation of Whinlatter.
Turning north once again, over the beck and
heading past Ladstock towards Thornthwaite.
The beck seems to have a water collection weir
and a pipe. Hopefully someone is generating power from
the water.
Another fine view of Helvellyn as we pass the
last house in the row.
That house and bridge look familiar . . . we're
back to Seldom Seen.
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Across the beck and a sign on the
house ahead caught our eye. |
"Street of sixty Springs"
(possibly seasons?). |
Obviously living in Seldom Seen Valley houses
the weather is constantly changing and rarely predictable.
What we did predict successfully was that the
track would bring us back to the main road,
well at least the old main road, where our car
is patiently waiting just a hundred yards away behind the beech
hedge.