04-Jun-2010 -- There's a reason it's called a bog you know...
...which I'll come back to later. I am in the area - about 30 miles away - seeing someone so I decide to pop over here before going home. As luck would have it one of the hottest days of the year so far, and you only have to gain 800 feet of altitude in just over a mile.
I decided to follow the same route I took when I came here with Dave Patton, but this time I went a bit further up the hill to see if any paths were visible. There weren't.
As you go up the hill you follow fairly closely the dry stone wall that is the boundary to the estate. There is a new addition along as far as I can tell the entire length of the wall. A barbed wire fence. Bits of wood have been hammered into the gaps in the stones and barbed wire attached. I wonder why? Can't be to keep the sheep in or out, and it isn't exactly a pedestrian thoroughfare either! One of life's mysteries.
Strike off across the moor trying to follow whatever gaps or tracks there were in the heather - that stuff is really hard to walk through. Then I got a reminder that this is a wet area - I almost stepped in this.
We are in the middle of a long dry spell, and it has been quite warm for a while, but as this photo shows, you are standing in the middle of Wayshaw Bogs.
The names of the landscape features are quite evocative - Three Brothers, Brass Castle, Bent Holes, Stonycliff Bottom & Tun Stone.
As I still have a 168 mile drive home, I run off the required photo's and head off back to the car. As I follow the path down the bank of Moor Beck, I see a young family having a picnic with the dog and the children paddling in the water. I wave as I go past and they wave back.
Hopefully those young boys will grow up with a love of the great outdoors.