I was prompted to write this post by the recent inundation of communities in this part of the world and my own (modest) experience of flooding. So whilst it’s not a post about hiking it is still about the oft wet moors that surround me and where I often walk. I’m conscious it’s a bit ‘rambling recollection meets essay’.
.. and I hope you have a great start to 2015 and get out as much as you’d like and with good health and a happy heart and mind. Cheers from Brodie and I x
A look back at 2014 walks:
I was stood in the dark at a festively decorated Black Hill trig point with some of my outdoorsy compadres and reflecting on my year of walks. This was last night, the Friday night before Christmas and some of the assembled group had run up from Marsden (they’re addled like that). Jeff, Mac, Steve and I had walked, the plan being to rendezvous with those tapped runners for some festive fare and bonhomie.
It had been a bit of a slog from the Isle Of Skye Road up to Black Hill, with low cloud, driving rain and strong wind. And the ever-slippy Pennine Way flagstones to add to the fun. Once at the top, I couldn’t actually see much from Black Hill itself (Stars, distant Holmfirth and Huddersfield all temporarily obscured by cloud and rain). But that was okay, the focus was on the merriment around me.
I spent my childhood in a forces family, my dad being in the Royal Air Force. He loved a bargain which meant our christmas presents when my brother and I were old / big enough were RAF-issue boots, hats and jumpers. All low cost to him (or possibly free, as at the end of their use for the cadets of that year).
I’ve been contacted by the guys at Brecon Carreg water as they’ve created a series of walks around the south of Wales (naturally) and they wanted to get the word out about them.
I’m not reviewing a product as such here and I haven’t been offered any incentive, I’m just posting two particular walks I was sent details of.
Why share these? Well, it was a friendly approach and they’ve gone to the trouble of compiling some walks. And I liked the fact they are near to conurbations, so reachable by lots of folk who maybe won’t / can’t do big hikes in more remote places. Or maybe who can but like to fit in some shorter (but still leg-stretching) explores of interesting areas.
We had a short road trip down to Lake Como last week, a bit of a mad dash through France, Switzerland and then into Northern Italy.
We camped at the bottom, eastern leg of the lake (at Abbadia Larianna) in a small campsite which is actually more local community bar / cafe than touristy campsite (but all the better for it).
The plan was to just chill out for a few days, sample the Chianti (mission accomplished) and do the tourist thing in the small, picturesque towns that dot the shores of the lake.