|This is a bit further along than we descended, but it gives an idea|
|It looks wetter than it was. (No it doesn’t)|
|Map of first section|
Then it all gets a bit vague, since I did not look at my map, being in sheep mode for most of the rest of the day.
|A nice little bridge just the other side of the river.
I like bridges as well.
|We head up into the trees for lunch near the start of Ladybower.|
After lunch and maybe a dram or two, we headed out into a rather breezy overland section.
|The skies were moody, and the wind blustery, but it was a fine day|
|Nice walking until we arrived in peat hag land again|
|Pause for breath|
|Jane and John arrive|
|Some fine erosion|
|And a bit more. I love these rock forms (have I said that before?)|
|Members of the break away group|
After I caught up with the leading group, it became apparent that the rest of the team had vanished.
I decided to wait for them, and if they did not arrive within 15 minutes, then I would just find my way directly down.
The others headed on to the Seal Stones to descend, but I had been there so many times, I fancied a rather more direct route down.
As it happens everyone else arrived within about 5 minutes,
and after going along the ridge path for a while we all freewheeled down the hill.
Just before we went down I found this enormous cheese.
|Strange place to find a large fossilized Edam!|
|Just before crossing the stream on the way back to the Snake.|
|Alan crosses the stream.
Unfortunately everyone got across with no problems.
Surely I mean fortunately. NO.
I was after action photos. No wet feet at all!
It was too much temptation!
|Chris on the swing|
|Me with bad hair (again).
Obviously I had to have a go as well.
It worked, but the design applied excess pressure where excess pressure should NOT be applied.
Chris is better with my camera than I am.
At last we were back, although ahead of the break away group who would not arrive for another 25 minutes.
After a bit of socializing in the bar, it was time to head up to get a shower, and more importantly find out the rugby scores.
I reported the scores back downstairs in the bar, and then went back up.
By now the bath had filled, and with a bit of cunning manoeuvring, I managed to position the tv so I could watch the second half of the Scotland v Ireland game whilst soaking in a hot bath.
With the rugby finished, I smartened up, as much as I could and went back for a bit more socializing and the meal.
OK, I never promised flattering photo’s OK.
Grace was provided by David Towers, and then a jolly fine evening was had in more splendid company, until it was time to return to my room (southern softy that I am).