My heart was set on Cross Fell, ‘Fiends Fell’ they call it. The highest point in the Pennines. Reputed to be the home of demons and evil, a reputation probably gained from the shrieking Helm Wind that blows across its slopes. It has been calling me for a while and is first on my list […]
Tag: Walking
More of the Moor
Bodmin Moor is something else entirely. It’s not a big place really, relatively speaking. Dartmoor is more than 4 times the size. It has though, a character to equal its much larger, much more visited Devonian relative. Bodmin Moor stretches north to south across the mid Cornwall. Roughly situated between the towns of Launceston, Liskeard […]
Down West
An impromptu camping trip this weekend. It is May after all. The best month. The urge to go West has been getting incrementally stronger since starting this little project. I cherish Penwith and do not make the surprisingly considerable effort enough. It is a blogger’s paradise, littered with beauty, intrigue and history. So with the […]
Walking, Backwards.
It occurred to me as I walked the crest of Row Tor, both coasts visible, that there are few places, patches and pieces of land left here that I have not traversed over the years. Actually, as I walked southwards towards the under visited Hawk’s Tor along the bottle-brown, gin clear De Lank river, the […]