The Dales Way 2009
Day Two: 1st June 2009.
Weather: Wall to wall sunshine again - all the way
Burnsall to Buckden: 13.5 miles on SatMap Active 10 GPS
We woke up to a great breakfast at the Red Lion Inn – to go with the great meal that we had in the restaurant last night. The midge clouds at dusk were ferocious so we shut the windows against them. The village was very quiet as we set off and followed the river bank around – until a huge riverbank full of rubbish from the previous day. There has been a fair amount of scum on the river as we walked along but nothing like the scum who left all the detritus around the riverbank yesterday. It was a horrific sight and hard to believe that people can do this – beer bottles and cans, BBQ foil packs, plastic food carriers, Lilos, clothing – the list goes on. Thankfully this jarring note didn’t last long as the Ar$*%£$ who left this can’t walk very far from their cars. My blood pressure quickly subsided from boiling point to comatose as I took in green grass and blue skies, and the familiar feeling of total relaxation kicked in. Today we saw the Yorkshire Dales as they should be viewed – in relative seclusion, peace and quiet.
Looking back to the bridge at Burnsall
I couldn’t bring myself to include all the detritus around the falls
We passed a steady flow of walkers through the day but never at any point did we feel overcrowded, even passing through the busier spot of Grassington. We watched a fly fisherman expertly casting, and then just beyond the bridge at Hebden were a few large rainbow trout swimming out of reach of his lures. There was the usual line of stepping stones across the Wharfe, next to a wooden suspension bridge, and these are always ok to cross when the river isn’t in spate. They would be a little more challenging in wetter weather! The route follows the River Wharfe up to
A suspension bridge crosses over to the Grassington side
Linton church across the river and more stepping stones
The falls at Linton
Beyond the falls and weir was the
Grassington village
Past the village it was up to the old medieval field systems
A note here that the Dales Way is not the best way-marked path I have ever been on, but is easy to navigate using a map – I had a Harvey’s strip map and it was more than adequate for our use. The old wall lines could be seen by looking at the lower courses of the walls, they tended to use large boulders as a base and build up from there. We swiftly moved up to the higher pasture and the limestone pavements were almost blindingly white in the strong sunshine – no complaints from me though. At the top it was silent blue skies, short green grass and lots of strange field patterns – old walls within new walls, some burial mounds and a couple of old lime kilns. In an area of pavement which was fenced off from the livestock, the natural vegetation was regenerating, and it always surprises how quickly it comes back and gives the area a totally different feel. Lunch today was sat atop an old kiln, and splendid it was – worth the wait and trying to get two large baguettes to the top without crushing them in my backpack. No noise just the steady grazing of a ham and apple chutney munch – lovely. The ancient routes and drovers paths are clearly seen and these led us past Conistone Pie (a meat and potato hill if ever there was one) with beautiful views up Wharfedale. The old settlements are clear to see with a narrow metalled track leading around the contours to a clearly laid out street with walled back gardens running up to the scar behind. I could almost imagine the Rovers Return on the corner, or should that be the Drovers Return.
Looking down on Grassington
The well worn Dales route
A fenced off part of limestone pavement
Old field enclosures showing through
Conistone Pie – yummy
The first glimpse of
All the time along the high pasture the sound of the Lapwing resounded around the hills, and you can spot them flying from miles away, mainly due to the fact that they are all over the place and can’t fly properly. We have the first views of the wonderful meadows ahead, dominated by the yellow marsh marigolds. Many of the fields are small enclosures with their own small barn in, making for a very distinct landscape. This was the first time we had been so deep in the dales and it is wonderful and refreshing. Soon enough we dropped back down into Wharfedale through a small wood and a narrow lane and into the
Down through a small wood, the views are delicious
The meadows at Kettlewell
And more everywhere we looked
Buckden was along the valley a little way
A very still River Wharfe
A last look back to today’s route, with the high pasture in the distance
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