Grizzle – fed up being lazy so taking Annie for a 13 mile trot around Bewl water


Having spent a few days working at Collard et Trolart in Meaux, Annie took on the character of Rufus and turned into a snaffler, well who wouldn’t the local restaurants were apparently awesome.  Time to take her for a long walk and where better than the very local Bewl Water, always deserted during winter and never disappointing for fab views of Kent and Sussex.  The walk is about 13 miles, more if Annie is in charge of directions, but very flat so can be done in 4 hours or so.  A few detours to pubs exist, not for us though.

Where are all the ducks?!

Check out the link and check out the upcoming events, triathlon anyone?

Bewl was dammed in ’75 and then filled with 31,300 million litres of water and on this walk you even see country lanes that appear to run down into the reservoir, very weird.  Car park is pretty spenny at £6 but lots of opportunities to park on the verge if you are not feeling flush…(think that is quite funny, flush….).

Triathlon anyone......?

The walk was pretty uneventful; a bit of squirrel chasing, a moment of hilarity when Annie got lost and almost fell in the mud….ummm and some typical winter squelching around, I got muddy as you can see above.  I would also comment that yet again no one managed to bring a picnic, marvellous, I was starving….what about The Bull Inn at Three Leg Cross, Ticehurst, The Vine at Wadhurst or any of the other grub stops….what nothing?

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Streat, Ditchling Beacon circular – mud, mud and a bit more mud….


Ummm so much for the view at the top of the Beacon…

Grizzler here, please note I am not a great narrator like Rufus, neither am I as handsome.  I am a Border Terrier and I like doing things that terriers do…..jumping leaping and generally misbehaving.  I am not a snaffler of picnics and I do not admire folk who get lost as generally speaking that is what I do.

The decision to walk the 10 miler Streat – Ditchling Beacon  circular was taken many days before the skies opened to make a Sussex mud fest of the route and before it was evident that visibility from the top of the Beacon would be zero, I loved it but not sure about Annie who is not great with a map at the best of times, iPhone Apps (UK Map) here we come.

Phone box outside the 11th Century Streat church

The walk along the Bridleway through Brocks Wood was passable but I was pleased no one had shorne my winter coat as Annie’s trews and boots were drenched, (note to walkers when it rains down low in these parts it does get mega muddy). 

The vis at the bottom was pretty good but check out my muddy coat, lovely

Up and onto the Downs the problem became one of visibility not mud.  Not a soul to be seen, with the mist actually nothing was to be seen, pretty spooky but pretty cool in its own way. 

The wind blew, the rain came, but the Downs are my fave place to walk now....Grizzler

The South Downs are wonderful.  Not sure that the start point at the bottom worked brilliantly and next time a walk across the top will be sought.  An easy walk of around 11 miles that anyone could have a go at. 

 

Its all about the Keswick Ramblers – and an intimate view of the lakes


An early trip to Booths for my picnic then a catch up with the Keswick Ramblers at the Moot hall in Keswick town centre, our leader Pete, artist/bon viveur/all round good bloke and a secret modeller to boot, bought along Bella the gritty Border Terrier, prettier and a little less naughty than Grizzler but not good enough that she could be let off the lead, Herdies here I come!

Dog and Gun and the Moot Hall in the background. Meeting place for the Keswick Ramblers.

We were blessed with Northern generosity and Paul, a fellow walker, asked his wife, who wasn’t feeling too grand (should we have refused), to drive us to Grasmere, better than the overpriced bus, over £9.00 return, good grief that would be a bad start to our day, (lean times these days – count those pennies).

A steep and icy path straight up to Stone Arthur with Lynn leading the way.  The top opened out with views back to Grasmere and the lower half of the Fairfield Horseshoe with an added bonus being a great view of the Howitzer aka the Lion and the Lamb, the Bodge and Annie climbing adventure on the C2C seen from the sharp side.

First stop of the day atop Stone Arthur, no dramas yet.. Pete and Bella are taking a quick break, weather amazing note the shorts, before the next ascent…

Pete and Bella taking a chillax at the top of the hill

An easy motor, with plenty of time to appreciate the amazing views, up to Great Rigg (getting busy now as the Fairfield ramblers were out in their droves), then onto Fairfield itself.  A quick lunch and a scree run down followed by a steep shimmy up Seat Sandal completed the hills. 

Annie strikes a pose looking back at Skiddaw from Seat Sandal

Seat Sandal is a funny devil of a hill, with a very steep up and a lovely grassy bank down, well so you might think, but not a chance it is the steepest grassy bank in Britain (not a fact but hey) a new term, ankle-ation was invented for this.

Four Wainwrights, great company, big sunny skies, little Bella and a pacey walk with enough time to check out the views.  Nothing more required, (Rufus you are missed……tho’ my picnics are a lot smaller now!).

Amazed that such an excellent walk on such an awesome day had such a small following…what are you thinking fellow walkers?  The knowledge that Pete shared was beyond anything available in a book, on a website or available via “expert” friends the value add of the Keswick Rambler guides is their in-depth knowledge of these sometimes treacherous but always beautiful hills. 

Well done Pete – a fantastic and unforgettable day, unlike the “memorably miserable” day that we could have had.  Take a sticky beak at Pete and Lyn’s (Pete’s wife and a different Lynne to the one mentioned earlier), blog.

…weather forecast was rainy so I dipped out of a big walk on Tuesday and went to visit Rumpole and Diplock2  who live at Crook near Kendal.  

Rumpole and Diplock posing for pics at Boars Rock, handsome beasts just like their dad Peter.

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