Post by doug789 on May 31, 2011 12:08:59 GMT -1
Breaking camp in the morning from Bradford we mad our way to Bolton Abbey. Here we were mugged by a man in hut who insisted we paid him £6. Our next problem was to find the start of the walk. The confusion was soon relieved by the information that we were in the wrong car park. It was deja vu all over again.
Finding the right carpark we then followed the finger posts to the valley of desolation only to find we were on a road to somewhere else. We walked this road stopping at an 800 year old oak tree and eventually found a path to Simons Seat. Going up the log slope we were rewarded with a keep out private property so instead of the decent forest track we intended we then had to walk on a rough moorland path though the heather and bilberries. To add to our pleasure the heavens decided to open at this time.
Then on this path tragedy struck, as Emilio was bitten by an adder. He usually tries to electrocute himself but this time decided on a new form of suicide. We eventually reached a bit of decent path walk and made our way to Simons Seat. However on seeing it we decided it wasnt worth visiting and as Lindy needed to get back early we turned and descended the moor.
The return was by a pleasant riverside stroll where we sand martins zoomed to and fro. The sun also decided to shine. Brian found a baby owl and then we found a log full of pennies. It must have been the mushrooms the night before.
On returning to the car park Paul and I saved the lives of tourists by wrestling the suicide bomber to the ground but being modest we didn't wish to publicise this act of bravery. A cup of tea at the pavilion in the bright sun and then we set off back after a rather strange day.
Post script to the snake incident. The vet now informs us the snake is off the critical list and is expected to make a full recovery.
Finding the right carpark we then followed the finger posts to the valley of desolation only to find we were on a road to somewhere else. We walked this road stopping at an 800 year old oak tree and eventually found a path to Simons Seat. Going up the log slope we were rewarded with a keep out private property so instead of the decent forest track we intended we then had to walk on a rough moorland path though the heather and bilberries. To add to our pleasure the heavens decided to open at this time.
Then on this path tragedy struck, as Emilio was bitten by an adder. He usually tries to electrocute himself but this time decided on a new form of suicide. We eventually reached a bit of decent path walk and made our way to Simons Seat. However on seeing it we decided it wasnt worth visiting and as Lindy needed to get back early we turned and descended the moor.
The return was by a pleasant riverside stroll where we sand martins zoomed to and fro. The sun also decided to shine. Brian found a baby owl and then we found a log full of pennies. It must have been the mushrooms the night before.
On returning to the car park Paul and I saved the lives of tourists by wrestling the suicide bomber to the ground but being modest we didn't wish to publicise this act of bravery. A cup of tea at the pavilion in the bright sun and then we set off back after a rather strange day.
Post script to the snake incident. The vet now informs us the snake is off the critical list and is expected to make a full recovery.