Walk 12/2012 – Yorkshire Dales

Monday 4th June 2012

The weather was looking sunnier today for our walk which set out westwards from the hostel over the moor. It was the bird breeding season – one of the best time to be out on the moors, as the Curlew, Lapwings and occasional Oyster Catcher are everywhere, calling to distract anybody venturing into their territory away from their nesting sites.

After crossing the edge of the moor, we crossed the River Swale at Scabba Wath bridge.

The route we had picked, followed a footpath which crossed the Barney Beck. The path to the beck was not easy to find but having descended into the valley bottom we came to the beck which didn’t look like it got visited very often. It was a very pretty place and like a long lost hidden treasure. As with such, we could not find a crossing point of the beck apart from scrambling over some rocks and were then very fortunate to pick up a path which ascended the steep valley side.

In this valley, the ground was so riddled with rabbit burrows that the ground caved in as you tried to walk over it – another indicator that not many people came this way.

Having rejoined civilisation, our route took us above Healaugh and then up and over Black Hill where we were enchanted again with the calls of the moorland birds.

On reaching Arkendale, we followed a similar route back to Reeth that we had followed out of Reeth the previous day. But we thought this was Ok as we were walking in the opposite direction. Nevertheless, we still managed to miss the path in one place – we think perhaps because it had been washed away or moved.

Back in Reeth we tried a different tea shop before our final return to the hostel. Today’s walk was about 11.5 miles.

Report – Alan

Pictures – Alan

Walk rating – Excellent

Grinton Gill cuts through the moor.
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Swaledale bathed in sunlight.
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Another view across Swaledale.
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And along the dale.
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Our hidden valley.
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Crossing the Barney Beck.
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Back in Arkendale.
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An extraordinary sight – 120 dead moles strung along a fence.
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We pass “Barbara’s cottage” again but this time the sun is shining.
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