It felt positively arctic in Sedbergh on Saturday morning. I was wandering around with Dixie, for about an hour and a half, waiting for Geoff to turn up with James and Reuben. James had parked his car up in Great Asby and Geoff had gone to pick the pair of them up and bring them back to Sedbergh, from where we were setting off on a two day linear backpack. It was another section of the Dales High Way that I’d decided to do. I’m not really taking the route seriously though. I’ve missed out about 3 days worth of walking that goes from Settle to Sedbergh, on the basis that the Three Peaks area is just too busy for any sane person to go walking in on an average weekend. The Howgill section promised to be quieter though.
After the second wander up and down Sedbergh High Street, I noticed a nice looking café which boasted, ‘we are very dog friendly’. I looked at Dixie and she looked at me beseechingly, and we went in. True to their word, they welcomed us both with open arms and we parked ourselves next to the stove and munched on toast and tea. This was definitely the place to wait for Geoff and James! And anyone passing through Sedbergh, I can thoroughly recommend the place – with or without a dog:
http://www.duo-sedbergh.co.uk/
We timed it well and as we walked back down the road after exiting the café, the van parked up in front of us. It was now nearly lunchtime, so it seemed reasonable to have a sandwich and a coffee before hitting the trail, but we couldn’t stay in the warm forever and were soon toiling up a steep hillside out of Sedbergh.
The weather was decidedly fresh. The clouds were scudding across the sky at a rate of knots and the wind was making it difficult for me to hold my camera still. I just kept pointing it, pressing the button and hoping for the best.
One moment it would be sunny, the next grey. The skyscape didn’t stay the same for long.
We contoured around the side of Winder and on up the wide ridge.
A slight detour had to be made to take in the top of Arant Haw, for some list or other that James was ticking everything off on. He obviously had to take a picture of the summit cairn as well…..wouldn’t be surprised if he’s got all his tops catalogued with a photo……
It certainly wasn’t busy up on these hills, but we did pass a handful of people – all descending by this time of the day. One guy felt compelled to warn us how windy it was up top so we’d better hang on to the dogs!
And as we approached the col of Rowantree Grains and the wind was funnelled through in between the peaks, it suddenly became really hard work to stay upright
James got his wind measuring equipment out and clocked an average windspeed of about 44mph, with gusts up to 49mph. Windy!
The views down towards Swarth Greaves Beck were well worth the climb though.
It was around this point that James said he needed to stop and put his overtrousers on. I suddenly realised that it was in fact raining and that I was also getting a bit wet. With focusing so much on trying to walk upright, I just hadn’t noticed! It wasn’t actually raining particularly hard – just drizzling really – but drizzle that was hitting you at around 40mph was bound to have an effect.
On the final pull up to The Calf we met a rather large group of walkers. I realised I’d seen them earlier in the day when I’d been wandering around Sedbergh. The first guy we passed, saw Reuben and ran off to the side to keep well away from the Staffy Devil Dog, and then when he thought it safe to take to the path again, noticed Dixie the Boxer Devil Dog and had to run off again!
It’s a wonder our dogs aren’t traumatised.
Anyway, we soon reached the summit of The Calf and another obligatory photo. Not much of a view mind, and not quite as windy as the col had been either.
We took the path off the top in the direction of Bowderdale and headed down the valley, the wind easing the lower we got.
It was turning into a decidedly murky evening.
About a third of the way down the valley we found a nice spot for the night, right next to the stream. (I think I must have had some rain on the lens for this photo.)
Tents were soon up, a brew was made and it was time for Dixie’s dinner.
I’d brought a previously untried meal for my tea. It was quite tasty to start with, but by the time I’d eaten half of it I’d had enough. It seemed to lose it’s appeal somewhat, the more I ate. Left me extremely thirsty for the rest of the night too.
Dixie fell fast asleep after she’d eaten.
I didn’t sleep too badly, but was aware of the wind getting stronger towards morning. Luckily the rain had stopped though. Breakfast was cooked in the shelter of the porch
while Dixie decided she was having a bit of a lie in. Spot the Boxer ears…..
After a bit of a lazy start then, we decided to pack up and be ready to set off around 10am. Dixie and Reuben both supervised the proceedings. Dixie also decided that it was cold enough to set off walking with her fleece jacket on.
Looking back to our pitch by the river.
It was quite a long walk down Bowderdale to the village of the same name. Very scenic though.
And several excellent looking, potential wild camping spots were noted for future occasions.
On leaving the valley, we moved out of the Howgill range and onto Ravenstonedale Moor. We had a moment where we both double checked our position, when we came across a gate which had clearly been designed to deter any walkers from ever going through it. We were where we thought we were though, so James persevered with the yards of string that had been used round the ‘gate’ and we continued on.
Half a mile later, and I did a double-take at a walker and a dog coming towards us. Tilly and Geoff had walked in from the other end of the linear route to meet up with us. There then followed a minor domestic while Geoff tried to tell me we were on the wrong path….he was wrong of course…..although in his defence, how many of us can honestly say that we’ve never made any navigational errors, especially in the lower areas like the White Peak where walls and paths criss-cross each other all over the place?
It was now about 2pm and we were long overdue a proper lunch stop.
The last few miles of the day went through some lovely limestone pavement scenery. All the nicer for not being teeming with people like the more famous areas are around Malham.
And I even managed to capture on film the moment that Reuben stole Tilly’s ball.
Thankfully, James’ car was still safe in Great Asby when we finally arrived there. Probably the Three Billy Goats Gruff that were guarding the bridge there, had been keeping an eye on it.
And once in the village, there was nothing for it but to have tea, coffee and some of Geoff’s fantastic apple puddingy thing. A great weekend.
Of course James has also done a wonderful write up of the weekend – spell checked and proof read by Reuben – and this can be found here.
great write up and photo’s …. I have never been looks ace 🙂
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Thanks Neil 🙂 It was my first walk into those hills and they didn’t disappoint!
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Magnificent posting and lovely photos as always, Chrissie! Although it looked a wee bit brisk and damp, your trip looks like it was a relaxing respite. I was touched by how all three canine angels got along so well too. Big virtual hug and some virtual jum-bones and chop kisses for Dixie and Tilly from Karen and Wyatt Earp the Boxer. :^)
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Thanks Karen 🙂 I have to say that although I’m not particularly keen on rain, I do rather like a windy day. Of course, there are limits! And I have to confess that when with other doggies, Dixie does not always behave like the Boxer Angel that I know she really is. Hence, you never see her off the lead with Reuben! She’s like the child who’s desperate to join in with everyone, but doesn’t quite have the social skills to manage it without being bossy and upset everybody! She’s still my special Boxer though 🙂
Dixie and Tilly send Wyatt Earp a meaty pouch…….
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My favorite picture, is “Morning after with Dixie in her housecoat”…priceless. 🙂
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She does rather like the colour red – says it brings out the shading in her beautiful fur……..
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Looks a nice through-route – I’ve only done the Sedbergh end of the Howgills. Beautiful skies – especially with the light in the first few photos. Must get up the Howgills more – I’ve a yen to do them in snow, they’d be perfect for that.
LOL to the guy avoiding the dogs – he might just be dog-phobic though, some people are. They needn’t worry though – I had a guy do the same to avoid me on Blencathra once. He descended right down the back to pass me on the ridge and then came back up onto the ridge when he was well past. I have to admit to being caught doing one of my silly dances on the ridge at the time – I’d just seen my first Brocken Spectre and was very exciting 😉
Carol.
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I suppose you can understand someone avoiding you if you were doing a silly dance in the middle of the hills!
There’s plenty of photos of the Howgills in the snow on this blog:
http://runrideandsleepoutside.wordpress.com/2012/02/03/sleeping-white-elephants/
and they do look rather scenic 🙂
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It’s the gentleness of the hills which attracks me for snow conditions – no dangerous crags or over-steep slopes!
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Well done everyone.It certainly looks as if you fun and also managed some lovely photos despite some interesting weather!
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Hi Dawn, hope you’re well 🙂
It was a grand weekend, thanks. I did wonder when Dixie was having a sleep-in on the Sunday morning, if I was maybe pushing her a bit too much for a doggy who’s going to be 12 on the 5th November, but as soon as she was up and about she was behaving like a daft puppy again! All this mountain stuff is probably helping to keep her fit really 🙂
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I enjoyed that Chrissie. The video of Reuben getting Tillie’s ball made me chuckle. Shame we did not capture the whole stick tug of war game!
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I know, I tried to get my camera out of my pocket when they were playing with that stick, but just didn’t manage it quickly enough!
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The Howgills are great!! I lived at Tebay at the northern end for a year, and got to know the Howgills quite well.
Super post Chrissie 🙂
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Thanks Paul 🙂 I never think of anyone living at Tebay – I only really know it as a service station!
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They are good the Howgills, some really nice long complex valleys as well as those wind blown tops. Not been up there for a while though
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I suppose there’s no alternative Andy, I’ll just have to go up there again sometime and explore a bit more!
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A nice read to go to bed on, after a grueling few days at work….
How can anyone think Reuben is a devil dog?
The only devil in him is the cheeky one, that insists on getting snug rather than smug….
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Thanks Mike 🙂
And Reuben has such a lovely smile, too!
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Great report Chrissie. Its always good getting two sides of a tale. You were lucky poor Dixie didnt turn into a very life-like kite from the looks and sounds of it.
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Thanks! Doesn’t bear thinking about what could have happened if the wind had got under her coat like a sail! 🙂
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Reminded me of the Ochil Hills some 10 miles north of where I stay.
It may sound odd but almost 80 Munros later – I’ve never walked in those sort of wind conditions – wimp that I am. 😦 I’m always impressed that someone can be bothered battling on against the elements. 😀
I noticed the adverse reaction to little doggies you mentioned. Don’t you sometimes think – must let them off the lead…gotta do it!
Yesterday I was walking down a neighboring street when I heard the sound of many kids screaming abuse at each other in a nearby back garden. I couldn’t help but think what fun it would be to open their back gate, let the pups off their leads and close the gate behind them. I know – I’m sick. 😦
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Yes, I do rather like a windy day!
And it’s funny you should say those things, Geoff and I often find ourselves saying, ‘…if we were to just let Dixie off for a few minutes, that’d sort that lot out…..’ ! 😀
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A fine account and fine walk. I popped into James blog but needed the full account on how it went 😉 thanks for a fine read.
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Thanks Martin 🙂 A lovely area, but I am rather glad that we didn’t have the rain and flooding that you did in that valley!
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That trip James said was the worst conditions he had camped in. Walking out we worried our cars might not be there as the flooding got worse and worse. You defo wanted to avoid that.
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Now finding your cars weren’t there would have definitely been a bit much!
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