Our weekend activities were somewhat curtailed by inclement weather. After racking our brains all Saturday, trying to solve a cryptic crossword, we sat twiddling our thumbs, waiting for a dry spell. Late on Sunday morning it relented sufficiently for us to venture out. Clad in waterproofs!
|Hebden Beck by the Miner's Bridge (Click to enlarge)|
A group of archaeologists seemed oblivious to the weather as they sieved and scraped at the footings of old workings by the rushing waters of Hebden Beck near the Miner's Bridge.
Higher up the ghyll, stepping stones across the beck were partially submerged so we got wet feet crossing to the other side.
We turned left up Tinker's Lane, a steep, grassy pull at first, then increasingly muddy towards the farm at High Garnshaw. We turned downhill through the pasture and back to the village.
We'd be interested to know how Tinker's Lane got its name?
|A turbulent River Wharfe at Loup Scar|
After a little over 4 miles we were back home for a late lunch. The heavens opened again, the rain poured, the river rose and we were glad to be back, snug and cosy. by a warm stove.
Now, where's that crossword?