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OS Grid ref: NY 31263 23073
Lat/Long: 54.598136, -03.065433
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It was surprisingly dark as I set off north along the M6
motorway and wasn't properly light when I reached Wanthwaite
Bridge. It was still twilight as I started my walk. heading up
the narrow lane towards Yew Tree Farm I had to stand to one side
as a large van headed past me. I puzzled where it could be
going. At the farm things looked deserted but I could see steam
coming from the central heating vent but no vehicles about. |
St John's on the Vale Youth Centre |
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Higher up I reached the Youth Centre adjacent to St John’s in
the Vale Church and the large van was parked outside while 4
workmen were lifting lids to access the drains to free a
possible blockage. I followed the path up the hillside at the
north end of High Rigg. My plan was a relatively short walk as I
have something on this evening and have to get home. The weather
was slightly hazy but mostly clear but no sign of direct
sunshine yet. |
High point on High Rigg. |
Small tarn along the ridge. |
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I seemed to reach the highest point fairly quickly and enjoyed
the views for a while before descending the grassy path to
continue south. There was hardly any wind and the temperature
was just above freezing making the walking very pleasant. The
route undulated up and down but when I reached the wall before
Wren Crag I decided to investigate a faint descent path heading
down towards Low Bridge End Farm, though I couldn’t see the
buildings. The route vanished in places but I managed the
descent OK. |
View ro Blencathra. |
Path by St John's Beck. |
Old tractors at Low Bridge End Farm. |
At a low fence I stepped over and descended to Low Bridge
End Farm where there is a farm cafe. Not today as the sign said
‘closed’. I walked through the gate to follow the path along the
side of St Johns Beck. It's a delightful path on a raised flood
protection bank. as far as Sosgill bridge where the path leaves
the river and heads across the fields. The views were very nice
as I wandered along. |
Sosgill Bridge. |
Bridge House by St John's Beck. |
Eventually Bridge House appeared in the distance and as I
got closer I noticed a man sat at the front. He was pondering
the view as he sipped what looked like a cup of coffee. I
stopped to chat and he said it was the family house and he was
there for another 10 days. Other family members and their
familie would stay from time to time. I continued along the
house access track to the short length of path by the river back
to my car. |
Cuppa at Bridge House. |
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