|Approaching Sharp Edge|
|Climbing Sharp Edge|
On the slabby knee-wrecking descent of Hall's Fell I realised just how unfit I'd become. Not many years ago I'd have danced down here in no time at all. Now I was wincing at almost every downward step - for 2,000ft. By the time I reached the bottom my legs were crying out for more pain-killers! We returned to Ravencragg, took chairs onto the lawn and enjoyed the luxury of healing sunshine on our aching limbs.
|Martindale's old Church and ancient Yew trees|
|Looking up Bannerdale - deer country|
On our side of the dale, in the broad confines of Heck Cove, another stag with a huge set of antlers was wallowing in a mud hole, usually the prelude to a fight. Instead he went stomping after his parcel of hinds, apparently with other ideas in mind. They were having none of it. "Go and get yourself cleaned up before you come anywhere near us" we could almost hear them saying! On this occasion we saw more deer than ever before, but fewer signs of the actual rut.
|Yacht race on Ullswater|
The following morning, following a relaxed five mile run as far as Martindale, the weather finally broke. We loaded the car and returned home.
|John Le Mesurier as M's chauffeur on Grassington Moor for the filming|
of Casino Royale. I don't think the sheep were supposed to be there!
Picture courtesy of t' internet
As I turned for home a pair of vociferous ravens circled overhead and stayed with me for almost a mile, one of them hanging virtually motionless, riding the wind. The other had a curious high pitched 'cronk' which had me wondering whether it was the female of the species or whether some stray shotgun pellet had wrought havoc in it's nether regions?
The last three miles were sheer enjoyment, running easily down springy turf before reaching the stony track running parallel to the beck all the way into Hebden. Old Runningfox is back in business, I think!