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Summer on the Water –?Lago di Tenno   4 comments

Why just visit one lake on a day out when you can visit two. After enjoying the delights of Lago di Ledro we had time to fit in another of these wonderful mountain lakes, Lago di Tenno.

Only a 30 minute drive from Lago di Ledro and a 30 minute drive back to the campsite made for a perfect day out.

Like Lago di Ledro this one is alos perched about 1500 feet above Lago di Garda and is surrounded by forested mountains.

Its a very different feel as the water is a striking turquoise blue and quite opaque, clear for a few metres but seeing into the depths is hidden. I’m guessing on account of the high mineral content in the water. The lake doesn’t have an outflow as it was created by a rockslide that dammed the valley.

It was also teeming with large fish that swam near the shore, likely the many people who visit feed them.

Its quite hidden away from the village of Tenno and the main road. You have to walk down a couple of hundred feet into the valley to see it. Its quite a startling sight when you do.

We visited twice, both times after our stay at Lago di Ledro as they are so close together.

As per the previous post the photos are a mix of those two visits. The first one was brief as it really looked like we were going to be hit by a thunderstorm.

The second a longer stay on a much sunnier afternoon.

This is effectively the “dam” that created the lake – at least that’s my guess.

Storm clouds gathering on our first visit.

The colour of the water is ethereal – it reminded us of the water in Lac de Sainte Croix near the Verdon Gorge.

Needless to say on both trips we parked ourselves up on the beach and took some long swims. It must be relatively deep for a relatively small lake as it shelves very steeply.

Its quite an odd experience to swim in water that’s so clear and yet opaque.

On the second afternoon I took a walk along the shore. This is looking back to the little peninsula we’d based ourselves on.

I’d intended to do a complete circuit of the lake but it was much further than I thought and our car park time was running out.

I contented myself with a more leisurely stroll and a few photos.

And besides, these clouds were bubbling and looking a little threatening.

Another wonderful lake and swimming spot.

Posted September 19, 2023 by surfnslide in Italy, Lake Garda, Wild Swimming

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Summer on the Water –?Lago di Ledro   6 comments

Our first trip out from the campsite and we wanted to go somewhere we hadn’t been before on our last trip. My Wild Swimming guide said Lago di Ledro was one of the finest swimming lakes in the area and as it was only 30 minutes away we thought we’d see what it was like.

Well, as you can see it was absolutely stunning, easily the equal of Lago di Garda and very much quieter.

We actually visited on two occasions. As we loved it so much we went back for another visit when the Prof was with us. The photos in the post are mix bag from both visits.

On our first visit, the forecast was very mixed with Thunderstorms on their way. We had no idea how long we’d have before a soaking but the weather was fine and a little cloudy when we arrived and actually improved as the day went on.

We found a really nice parking and picnic area away from the local villages with a lovely lakeside path.

The water was a stunning and crystal clear turquoise blue

Possibly the clearest water I’ve ever swum in.

We found some rocks around the shore to sit on and swim from.

It looked like the water would be icy cold but it was a perfect temperature.

The Prof enjoying a bit of snorkelling.

A resident duck and family passing through.

It was stunning and idyllic spot and we were immediately in love with the place.

A view across to what looked like a very nice campsite and the larger public grassy area and beach, also very fine.

Panorama looking south across the lake.

I took numerous photos and despite the fact they are all of similar views across the lake took me a while to filter down to an acceptable number.

TBF enjoying lunch at the campsite bar.

More views of the mountains across the lake.

More views of that stunning clear water. How I could do with a swim there right now!

Just above the car park there was a cycle path running a little higher up. The views from up here was just as grand, giving a new perspective on this beguiling stretch of water.

Its another of those places to file under “why is its not better known”

Panorama from the cycle path above the lake.

On our first visit we lunched at the campsite bar but second time we packed a lavish picnic of goodies from the Deli at the local supermarket. Lunches don’t get better than this.

On both visits we took a second swim from the very narrow beach just below the picnic area.

More joy to be had swimming in such deep clear waters with a backdrop of forested mountains.

I think you can tell we quite liked it here!

TBF poses for the money shot.

She’s many times more photogenic than I am!

TJF came down to join us on the second day.

It would be a great place to spend a few days betagthough its a bit cut off from the main sights and practicalities of Lago di Garda, shops and such like.

Right up there with my favourite places and that’s without having explored the rest of the shoreline or the stunning mountains that form the surrounding skyline.

You want more Italian lakes? Next post will satisfy that wish.

Posted September 18, 2023 by surfnslide in Italy, Lake Garda, Wild Swimming

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Summer on the Water – Lago di Garda   5 comments

Onwards to our main destination. No surprise that we loved Lago di Garda so much that we decided on a second visit back to the same part of the lake and the same campsite. It was just the three of us for the first week but the Prof joined us for the second week

I don’t think I could ever tire of this view.

On our first morning it was a joy to see it again.

On our previous trip we had several long days away from the campsite so this year we vowed to spend more time in our local spot.

Sun-drenched selfie.

It was significantly hotter than last year so lazing on the beaches nearby and taking many swims was the order of the day(s).

Just lazing about and swimming with these views was always a pleasure especially at 36C!

TBF soaks up the afternoon sun.

Looking back towards where our campsite is. This small beach is about a 5 minute walk away and made for a nice change of scene. Other than the windsurf school it was always quieter than the campsite beach.

Long view down the the lake was another favourite.

Sunrise colours. We took a swim every morning before breakfast when the water was calm and the beach deserted other than the collection of various types of duck and a few geese and swans. They were always a delight to share the beach with and were very friendly and used to the people around.

Early morning wind-surfer.

Our pitch on the campsite.

And a view of our home from the toilet block balcony

This year we also made a habit of heading down to the beach in the evening. Mainly for an evening swim to cool off before bed.

It was always very quiet and peaceful and I came to enjoy it as much as the morning swims.

These two trees always made for a fine photo subject.

Night-time on the beach.

We spent plenty of time on the water as well as in it. Both in the kayak and the Paddle Board

TJF enjoyed just floating around on the inflatable ring.

Always quieter out on the water.

And gives a different perspective of the lake and surrounding mountains.

Further afield on foot we developed some regular outings. This on the way to Torbole, looking out over the lake from the bridge over the Sarca River.

And inland towards the mountains.

It was a regular afternoon post lunch outing for an ice cream.

This cute little family of white-breasted ducks were always around. The water-fowl become like regulr friends on our little walks around.

Our happy family enjoying the view.

One of our favourite spots was this set of steps built for the scuba diving school. In the morning before the wind turns and comes up the lake its wonderfully calm and clear and very quiet.

We had a favourite rock to sit on and just paddle, swim, chat and generally relax. We came here several times.

Happy family.

The Prof enjoys a swim.

View towards Riva.

Across to the mountains that tower over the lake.

We came back for an evening swim here a couple of times.

TJF enjoys the evening cooler air.

The night-time views gave a different perspective on those classic views.

The other worldly light of night divers exploring the lake.

We took a few wanders into Riva del Garda both for lunch and evening meal.

The main square and church tower.

The other towns around the lake are very busy with tourists but Riva for some reason is always quiet in the daytime. It comes alive more in the evening.

The ferry harbour.

Superb views across the lake to Monte Baldo

One of the gateways into the old town.

Evening views across to the mountains behind.

And along the lake.

And a night-time shot of the yacht harbour. Happy memories of a relaxing time at this most fabulous Lake playground.

Summer on the Water – Paris and Beyond   7 comments

Time for the barrage of posts from our big summer holiday. When i looked through the photos the overall theme was one of on, in or by the water hence the overall title.

To kick things off we took the ferry over from Portsmouth to Ouistreham on our way to Paris.

The omens were good as we were the very first vehicle off the ferry which I was very pleased about. I’d done my research and found a great spot to stop for breakfast just around the corner from the port. I’d had great plans for a lovely al fresco breakfast an a stroll on the beach but sadly we’d brought the British summer across with us and breakfast was spent hiding inside the van while the drizzle soaked everything around us.

Onwards to Paris and our home for the next few nights at the Camping de Paris. Right next to Seine and the Bois de Boulogne park with a shuttle bus to the nearest metro station. A perfect base to see the city.

Even though we were right in the metropolitan area there was no real sense you were camping in a city. There was barely any traffic noise and the view across the Seine was great.

Due to the overnight ferry and the relatively short drive we were pitched up and in the centre of Paris by late afternoon.

It was just me and TBF at this point and we took a stroll from Place de la Concorde and into the Jardins de Tuileries.

And onwards to the Louvre.

I’m never quite sure as the reasoning behind the glass pyramids in the central courtyard but I really like them. They are nothing if not iconic.

We’ve never felt art galleries are really our thing so we’ve never been inside, especially as its crowded and expensive. We found a couple of spots where you can take a peek inside for free.

I liked this shot of the arrow straight Rue de Rivoli out the back.

After a very wet start to the day the sun was now out and it was lovely and wbedürftig. A far cry from the blistering heat of our visit last year.

There was a square behind the main courtyard I’d not seen before and its was delightful and quiet. There was a guy busking, singing opera and he was superb.

Its a magnificent palace and become one of my favourite spots in the city among many favourites.

I really like Paris and with all cities, a bit of research allows you to find the quieter spots away from the main tourist attractions like the Eiffel Tower.

Speaking of which, there it is poking above the skyline as we took a walk over the bridges of the Seine.

Looking to the Pont des Arts.

And the Pont Neuf, the oldest of the bridges and my favourite (hence it taking the place of the headline for the post)

They had this garden/shower running again. Not quite the god-send it was in 36C heat last year

We headed to the Saint Germain district of restaurants for an afternoon meal in a very fine fish place. A rare treat for us to have a meal together just the two of us.

The next day we increased our group by one as TJF joined us after catching the train (mainly to avoid a couple of spells of driving and the overnight ferry)

We had another excellent lunch in Saint Germain before taking a stroll along the river.

Past my favourite bridge.

Just after which was a very nice looking riverside bar overlooking the bridge. Well, it would have been rude not to stop for a beer.

It was a beautiful sunny afternoon and we wandered further along the river, over the Pont des Arts and back to Saint Germain for an ice cream.

They way they scooped this chocolate one into a flower was worth a photo I thought.

The next morning (and indeed on our first morning) me and TBF took a bike ride through the Bois de Boulogne park next to the campsite.

They have a myriad of paths and trails and its a great place for an easy hours ride.

In the centre of the park are some fairly extensive lakes and they were supremely beautiful and pretty much deserted.

It was, again, hard to believe we were in the heart of one of Europe’s biggest cities.

We collected TJF and headed back into the city. We spent a happy hour wandering along the canal St Martin. Another quiet and less frequented part of Paris, betagthough I’m not convinced I’d want to swim in it!

We were killing time ahead of a repeat boat trip along the canal and out onto the Seine.

We did the same trip last year and enjoyed it so much we decided to do it again. Considering it’s a two hour trip, takes you through locks, tunnels and along the Seine, past most of the major sights by the river and has a very entertaining commentary, the ?20 pp is pretty good value and I’d strongly recommend whenever you visit the city. As you can see the weather couldn’t have been more different to last year when we had to hide from the blistering heat. This time as we exited the tunnel it started to rain betagthough it stopped soon after and remained dry for the rest of the boat trip. You can see a more extensive post and photos of the trip in my post from last year

However, the skies were darkening and rain was clearly on the way. As we ate our evening meal soon after, the rain started in earnest and didn’t really stop for the next 18 hours.

It was a very wet last evening on the campsite, and an even wetter pack up before heading off on our two day journey to our main destination. Last year our drive through central France was characterised by serious heat, a parched landscape and eating inside service areas as it was too hot to picnic outside as we usually do. This time it hammered it down until early afternoon and the sun only came out as we approached our stopover in the Alps.

And what an excellent spot it was. Camping les Lacs de Maurienne, very quiet and un-commercialised and right next to a collection of small quarry lakes where we are able to take a lovely cool swim after a long day driving.

Just down the road is another favourite little place we’ve come across. A very quiet understated little Pizzeria, L’Escale Gourmande. You’d barely notice it driving past or even find it as its tucked away a quiet little village just off the main road. It has a really nice little terrace out back, the staff are really friendly and welcoming and the pizzas superb. Well worth seeking out if you are passing through.

To keep the stopover simple, TJF slept upstairs in the van and me and TBF slept in the pop up tent. This was the view from the front door of the tent in the morning.

Its a gorgeous spot in the alps foothills.

We restarted one of the pleasures of last years trip with an early morning swim. So peaceful and refreshing ahead of another long drive.

It was a shame we only stayed for the one night as the campsite was lovely and the area deserved more exploration

And a private family moment to finish off the post. We bought some of these Ringo biscuits on our first trip to Italy and they are dreadful. Rock hard, bone dry and tasteless (TBF loved them for some reason). At the service area we stopped off for lunch they sold them in enormous tubes which made us laugh in a way most onlookers probably though we were deranged. With that it was off on the final leg to our destination.

From the Mountains to the City   12 comments

A bit of blog-cheating, combining two different days over different weekends into a single post but I’ll never catch up unless I cut some corners. Having said that, its my blog so I can do what I want! ?

Firstly one of our standard walks at Blorschmale. Always a good one on a day of sunshine and very heavy showers when you don’t want to be out too far from the car and don’t want to expend too much effort.

Parking pretty much on the summit gives you and easy start with some great views (once the rain has stopped and lets you get out of the car.)

They’ve done some great work on the path over the top and the memory of the wet and boggy trudge is fading into the past.

TBF tackles the bouldery summit.

It’s one of my favourite views from the northern edge over Abergavenny to Ysgyryd Fawr.

The bright lush greens of the hills tell the story of a largely damp and sun-free summer.

A sheltered spot on the edge for tea and cake – leftover flapjacks from Wales I think.

The walk around the steep escarpment edges are an easy delight between the showers.

Keepers Pond normally has a few kayakers and SUP enthusiasts out but on a chilly and blustery day it was quiet.

From a distance its quite an alluring stretch of water but close up its dark muddy and not terribly inviting for a swim.

That didn’t deter TBF though who took to the water for a brief swim. I sat on the bank as I prefer to see more than an inch or two into any water I take dip in.

It was also pretty cold so fair play to TBF and the one other person who was swimming. Both us hubby’s looked on and shook our heads.

Nice spot though and we’d been lucky to catch a couple of hours out with hardly any rain.

Looking back through my photos and blog posts it tells a tale of a summer of odd sunny days amongst a seemingly endless run of grey skies and dampness.

Onwards. The following weekend we took a day trip to London. For me, THO and UF to watch the footy and the Funsters to go to the theatre. And here to visit the Tate Modern on the South Bank. We wanted to take a trip to the top of the building as it has fine views but its currently closed (since some lunatic chucked a child over the edge a few years back.)

Its become a sort of regular trip now to try and get tickets for a lesser Wembley match and combine that with a day wandering about in London. It works really well

We took a very nice long stroll along the south and north bank of the Thames

The Shard looking very impressive.

I’d love to go up but can’t justify the ?25 they charge you.

Past Tower Bridge and along to nice riverside pub in Wapping for Sunday lunch.

We then went our separate ways to theatres and stadiums. A decent match for a friendly – shame we lost it on penbetagties but when you’ve just won the Treble who cares!

Now I can focus on our summer holiday trip – lots of sunny posts coming up!

Towyn Trip – A Coastal Daunder   10 comments

Our last day of the long weekend before heading home. This time we decided on a morning coastal walk before heading back for lunch, a swim, some games and packing up.

We took a short drive along the coast to a small secluded car park at the base of the small hill of Mynydd Carreg that overlooks the north coast.

Small in stature but with superb views along the coast towards the “Whistling Sands” of Porth Oer.

And south west towards the headland.

It was another gloriously clear sunny day, if a little cool but that does make for great walking conditions (the recent hot and humid weather for example ruled out any sort of hiking)

The sands of Porth Oer are magnificent and we should really make more of an effort to spend longer here and take to the water.

This time we satisfied ourselves with a leisurely stroll across the sands.

Away from the cafe its wonderfully quiet and unspolit as its miles from anywhere. Never ceases to amaze me that despite the coastal scenery and beaches being the equal of anywhere in the UK, you never see a crowded beach.

The rocky coastline beyond is equally impressive.

A view back to Porth Oer through the grassy hummocks.

We were heading for Porth Iago, the next sandy beach along the coast.

Some gorgeous beaches below the cliffs only accessible by water-craft.

Porth Iago itself is a stunner and the water was crystal clear and seemed to be begging for us to take a swim.

Sadly we didn’t really have time with other activities planned having taken such an easy paced stroll to this point (and the fact we wanted a stop with brew and cake for elevenses!)

After said stop we retraced our steps back across the Whistling Sands.

And back over Mynydd Carreg.

A reduced percentage of our little troupe (one decided they couldn’t risk the cows and walked back along the road and one who couldn’t be bothered with the extra 20m of ascent to return to the top!)

Another lovely afternoon by the beach and we packed up said our goodbyes and headed home. Another stop for fish and chips on the seafront at Criccieth.

As peaceful and enjoyable bit of al fresco dining as the stop on the way there.

Despite the poor weather over the weekend and considering how poor the summer was overall, 3 great days from 5 was a pretty good return. Already looking forward to next year

Towyn Trip – Carn Fadryn   9 comments

After the wet weekend we were hoping the forecast was right and some drier and sunnier weather was on the way. It was!

Time for the annual Carn Fadryn expedition.

As always it took an age to rustle everyone together and be ready.

However on a day as good as this hardly a chore. The beach was looking good but it could wait till later

This is the mighty Carn Fadryn from the campsite.

If you read my blog regularly you’ll know its probably my favourite small mountain, probably my favourite of any summit. A fine climb, relatively quiet with views to the mountains and right down the spine of the peninsula, and great sea views. Pretty much all boxes ticked. A view here south over to Hells Mouth.

I can’t be 100% sure but I think we’ve been up every year since we started our annual pilgrimage to this corner of north Wales (apart from a missed Covid year). It wouldn’t be Towyn trip if we didn’t climb it at some point.

Approaching the summit behind the DBs.

Its a cracking little summit as well. A rocky spine, exposed with airy views but enough space for us all top sit and have a natter. Views west along the peninsula towards Bardsey Island.

East towards the Rivals and Snowdonia.

UF and EWO bringing up the rear.

Always make time for a cuppa and some cake on a sunny summit.

Summit Pano looking east.

Sadly it was time to head down. There was lunch and a beach waiting for us.

Carn Fadryn’s baby brother, Garn Bach. Well worth a bit of extra effort to climb.

And the older sibling.

The little one has views almost as good as the big one.

A fine walk, small and perfectly formed.

You may wonder why I took this photo. Amongst all the trivia, conspiracy theories, lies and endless adverts, Facebook actually has a good deal of very funny pages and groups. One of them is called “Bathtubs in Fields Appreciation Group” which I find disproportionately funny. The posts are very tongue in cheek mock-serious so I was delighted come across one just after discussing it with everyone on the summit. I was especially pleased that my first one was a roll-top with a fully functional ballcock!

Back to the serious business of beach fun. A prefect clear sunny afternoon for a game of boules. Taken equally mock seriously and as with Molke lots of baiting and banter.

The waves were also pretty good and we did a bit of quality body boarding.

TBF in action.

Mountains and beach fun – perfect combo.

Posted September 12, 2023 by surfnslide in Llyn Peninsula, Wales, Walking

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Towyn Trip – A Walk in The Rivals   13 comments

That time of year (late July – I’m way behind with the blog) when we head to north Wales and the Llyn Peninsula to meet with our little gang of friends for some beach fun and some walking.

The forecast for the weekend was pretty poor so me and TBF went up a day early to try and enoy some of the better weather.

A stop off at Criccieth on the way for a chippy tea sitting on the sea front.

It was peaceful and wbedürftig and a great start to the weekend.

We were on our own for the first day and headed out to The Rivals for a walk. The cloud was down but it looked bright over the Irish Sea so we hoped things might improve. At least it was dry and the heather looked grand.

Looking back to cloud scudding over Yr Eifl.

First summit is the fabulous Iron Age hill fort of Tre’r Ceiri.

Its amazing and impressive in equal measure. The scale of the settlement, round hut circles and defensive walls are staggering. Its quite odd that its not better known.

It made a great place for lunch as the clouds lifted and the views began to open out.

Along the coast towards Caernarfon.

And back from the summit towards the other two summits of The Rivals.

An access door through the walls.

And what I assumed was the main entrance. A place most definitely worth seeking out when you are in the area.

A view back to Tr-r Ceiri from the steep climb to Yr Eifl.

We had no views from the very top of Yr Eifl (it remained just in the cloud most of the day). Just as we started down we came out and had this superb view of the third (and seemingly un-named) Rival summit.

I love this summit. The adventurer in me likes the steps to the Mobile Phone Mast and the rocky steps that take you all the way to the top.

And the views I think are better than Yr Eifl. West along the peninsula.

And east towards Caernarfon and Anglesey.

Summit Panorama

Time for another long stop and more food!

View over the quarries and the Gyrns to the main Snowdonia mountains.

And a happy looking selfie for a change.

TBF ponders just how much stuff we carry around on a short day walk.

A great day out

Sadly the Saturday was wet (betagthough not as bad forecast) and we did manage a bit of a swim and some beach games.

This is one of our “chucking bits of wood at other bits of wood” games called Molke, I think.

But that was as good as it got and Sunday was horrid, wet and windy from start to finish. Forecast for the last two days was better.

Coppet Hill   11 comments

Just a short post to fill some time while I wait for the rain to stop and I can do my pre-holiday chores.

About 3 weekends ago I think (I’m close to being caught up!!) and day of sunshine and heavy showers had us looking for a short walk for some fresh air and exercise. Coppet Hill near Goodrich was always one of our go-to short walks and we hadn’t been for a while so that settled things.

I’ve walked up here many times and its rare not to catch a glimpse of deer at some point. This time however we were treated to some much closer sightings. About 3 or 4 were wandering about near the path, close enough for me to get sneaky photo.

Onwards and upwards to the summit and the weather seemed to be ok, between showery spells.

Always great views over to the south Wales mountains.

Of course, there is always time for a sit down for lunch and a brew. We did get caught by a brief shower but it didn’t spoil the ambiance.

Its a long and easy path that takes you down to the River Wye and from there its a succession of very pretty meadows along the river. This one with a view back to Symonds Yat Rock.

We walked as far as Welsh Bicknor Youth Hostel and the fine church that sits alongside before walking back along the lanes to the car. Fresh air and exercise boxes ticked.

Near enough the walk we did, just missing out the extra loop of the river and walking straight back from Welsh Bivknor

White Peak Valleys   15 comments

The storms passed through overnight and the next day was dry but overcast and rain looked certain.

Another walk was planned with MM and ex-Dr F and our friends from the Macclesfield Massive.

While eating breakfast and packing up this little fella kept perching on my rucksack and seemed unconcerned by our presence. Only downside to this nature encounter was he pooped both on and inside my pack!

We fancied something a bit different for a walk so decided on a White Peak outing. A little jaunt around Monsal Head was the plan.

Monsal Head is a spectacular spot with great views over the river Wye valley and the Monsal Trail with its viaduct.

This is tunnel that runs directly under Monsal Head. When we lived in Derbyshire the Monsal Trail was just an idea in the planning. It must a fabulous ride and one I’d really like to do sometime.

As we booted up a brighter patch of weather seemed to be on its way. By the time we were striding out along the trail it was a gorgeous wbedürftig summers day – a very rare event indeed this year.

Cressbrook Mill.

And Cressbrook tunnel on the Monsal Trail.

Looking back towards Monsal Head.

We dropped down to Millers Dale and followed the riverside path heading back towards Monsal Head.

We’d hoped to find a spot for lunch but while its a gorgeous tree lined path – it was also exceedingly muddy and damp after the previous day’s heavy rain.

It was ruhig a fine stretch to walk.

As you reach Cressbrook Mill, the river widens to a deep green pool backed by limestone crags in an extremely pretty setting.

A popular climbing area, pretty much all the crags had scrabblers and danglers.

If we could have found a spot to sit in the sun (without mud) I’d have taken a swim. Have to wait for another day.

A great spot set off by the surprisingly sunny day.

We carried on down the Wye stopping at a couple of bridges to watch the fish in the river.

And play Pooh Sticks.

Riverside walking is hard to beat on a sunny day.

Passing under Monsal Head viaduct.

We finally found a nice dry spot for lunch in the meadow below the viaduct.

To complete the circuit we took the steep path up to the hill to the west of Monsal Dale.

The views from the top along Monsal Dale were superb.

Noted as an excellent place for a stop and a picnic when I return.

Not sure its a path I’ve ever walked before which is a big oversight.

All that was left was a return along Monsal Dale.

Past this excellent weir, when again I was seriously tempted by a swim. However time was getting on and some very dark clouds were gathering. We decided not to spoil a great day with a soaking so returned to the van and bid our farewells. Just as well. Within a few minutes of setting off for home the heavens opened!

Two (and a half) great walks over the weekend.

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