Tag: Walks
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Hidden walks?
After an interesting and, at times, fairly well drawn-out process, I’ve managed to get a little walking pamphlet published. I don’t expect it will ever rub shoulders with, or even scrape the boots of loftier tomes like Wainright’s Pictorial Guides to the Lakes, Bragg’s Land of the Lakes or the AA’s Best Lakeland Pub Crawl…
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Three pictures of my dog
The larger of the two tiny ponds in our little garden is looking very sorry for itself. In fact, it’s looking like a new and frightening lifeform is about to emerge. The hedgehog who prickled its way over the cobbles for a quick evening slurp in April has long since sought a less hazardous watering…
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Spaniards on the port bow
Bluebell wood, Rusland valley ‘Invasive species’ is a heavily loaded pair of words to bandy about in 21st century Britain and I do so with trepidation, especially having had the misfortune this week to catch a couple of Richi’s henchpeople on the radio. Their words left me in no doubt that they drift off every…
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Millstones
Feeling my age on Humpty Dumpty Hill, Burton in Kendal So I had one of those milestone birthdays recently. I suppose I’d been fearing its onset pretty much since the last one, and it didn’t disappoint. There’s something disturbing about the number 50 and its existential half-way baggage. Half-way to what…..paradise?! So near, yet so…
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Road to somewhere
Bonfire night, and a sunset in a north-easterly sky. Rare autumnal sun this year, plunging into Morecambe Bay behind me and Jessie on Hanging Hill enflamed the arse-end of a front that had plagued us all day. She bothered a scratty stick while I gathered a few rain-fattened waxcaps; then the mysteries of temperature differentials…
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