Today was a big walking day, but I think the best so far with some spectacular scenery, exhausting but satisfying climbs, and good weather. Starting out from the Beck Hall hotel in Malham a short walk up the valley took us to the cliff face of Malham Cove. This is the reason why so many people visit Malham (I've been here myself in the past for that reason) and it is fairly spectacular to see the huge limestone cliff rising sharply out of the gentle valley of the River Aire. Peregrine falcons nest here, and there's a special viewpoint set aside to keep the birdwatchers off the path (only joking).
Malham Cove |
It looks intimidating to climb, but a set of rough stone steps leads up the left side of the cliff, so although there's no avoiding the ascent at least you aren't stumbling and slipping. Just a few minutes later and we were up at the top of the cliff by 10am, with a fantastic view looking down at the River Aire slipping away through Malham, then onto many of the villages which we've passed through in the last couple of days.
View from the top of Malham Cove |
Malham is where Sean picked up his camping gear to add to his already substantial load. This was needed because the next stop, Horton in Ribblesdale, is the first point of call where he couldn't find a B&B which takes dogs, so he's having to camp tonight. He's calculated that the rucksack now weighs around 19 kilos, which means he's carrying almost a quarter of his own body weight. It's definitely been slowing him down today, and making him more prone to slipping on muddy slopes while descending, but we're all getting fitter day by day so hopefully it won't be the final nail in the blister coffin (excuse the meaningless metaphor).
Sean's burden |
From the limestone pavement at the top of Malham Cove the path continues through a further series of smaller ascents along Ing Scar, a fissure through the limestone cliffs leading eventually to Malham Tarn, the source of the River Aire. Many years ago (thousands ? millions ?) the water used to form a waterfall over Malham Cove, and tourist information boards show an artist's fanciful imagining of the sight, complete with caribou grazing on the banks of the river below. Over time the slightly acidic water eroded through the limestone and finding a new path, eventually resulting in the river springing miraculously from the base of the cliffs with no waterfall in sight. We reached Malham Tarn at just the right time for 11ses, ie. not 11 o'clock.
At the north shore of Malham Tarn is a beautiful Victorian hunting lodge with two boathouses and numerous outbuildings and lodges. The house was built by local businessman James Morrison who had been given the land on his 21st birthday. Apparently during its prime the house paid host to Charles Darwin and Charles Kingsley, and it's believed that the inspiration for the Water Babies came from staying here. The house is now a field studies centre and I assume that visiting children stay there judging from the ranks of small colourful wellington boots lined up outside.
Malham Tarn with extravagant tree guard |
About this point we started to see what are marked as shake holes on the OS maps, usually smallish pits in the ground, filled with limestone boulders, up to maybe 10 feet deep (that's the deepest I've seen anyway). Apparently these are caused by rain eroding through the top layer of limestone, forming a pool, which then further accelerates the erosion, leaving these mysterious pits in the ground.
Shake hole on the edge of Fountains Fell |
At the top of the fell we stopped for lunch, sheltering in one of the many shake holes and pit remnants. Fountains Fell used to be owned by Fountains Abbey, and was heavily mined for coal in the 1800s, with workers staying up on the hill through the seasons to be near work. There's little left of the mining workings apart from a scary looking deep hole, maybe a ventilation shaft, protected by just a flimsy wooden fence.
View from Fountains Fell north edge |
Now the path drops into the valley between Fountains Fell and Pen-y-ghent, the looming mass of the latter looking more intimidating by the minute. A half hour later or so and we were at the start of the big one.
Pen-y-ghent |
From the top of Pen-y-ghent |
View back to Pen-y-ghent |
Unfortunately the Crown Hotel in Horton is a pretty dismal place. Lack of Wifi is fine of course, but it's one of those rather run-down places which is plastered with "DON'T" signs everywhere you look. Don't wear boots in the bar, don't bring dogs in here, don't eat your own food in here, etc etc. Clean enough and the bar food was fine, but I don't think we'd choose to start there again really.
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