Thats what a weekend is about!
Saturday some shopping and some treats from the exquisite Booths store thats recently opened in town. Like our very own Fortnam and Mason! I stocked up on bird food for the feeders in the garden – yikes. £35!!!
Later Frank and Kate called around because Kate is going back to Somerset this weekend. Nice coffee and chat.
I took Rosie a little walk at Eden Hall.
Sunday dawned bright and clear but very cold.Hector had suggested we go out and decided against a trip on the Settle-Carlisle railway and to head off for a walk somewhere not too far away. I’d always wanted to visit Gelt Woods so we went there.
There was a children MotoX meeting on the opposite hill so it wasn’t a tranquil as it might have been but it was a quiet enough when we got higher up.
Just when I feel fitter these days for a longer walk my flipping’ arthritic hip scuppers a long walk and we curtailed it less than 1/4 of the way around. Am hoping its just a glitch and eases off. Like Hector says – I am walking all ‘wonky’.
Its a walk in the footsteps of border raiders, with ancient woodland, a railway viaduct, a red sandstone gorge, a Roman quarry and a wild magical river.
Most of the woodland in the vicinity of the river Gelt has been designated a Site of Special Scientific Interest. The woods are an important example of gorge woodland of a type peculiar to northern Cumbria and parts of Scotland, with a rich mix of native trees including sessile oak, hairy and silver birch, rowan, holly and hazel. Some areas were clear felled after the Second World War and planted up with larch, Scots pine and other conifers.
The name Gelt may have derived from an Irish word meaning ‘wild’, brought to the area via Ireland by migrating Norse settlers, but it could also be a variation of the Gaelic word ‘galt’ meaning ‘magic’. Rising in the Pennines above Castle Carrock there is, perhaps, something about the river Gelt’s journey through this rocky landscape that is both wild and magical.