Here you will find stories and descriptions of many past events put on by the IOG: from concerts and trampolining to trips across Britain and further afield, with a solid foundation of reports of walks undertaken – usually with route maps and pictures.
Text contributed by Paul and Christina; pics by Paul.
After a week of very unsettled weather and a thorough soaking overnight on Friday, the signs seemed ominous for a dry day on Saturday. However, we awoke to clouds parting and the sun trying to break through. By the early afternoon it had warmed up to a very pleasant temperature and the outlook was looking good. This tempted over 25 people out to enjoy a relaxing time in the garden; socialising with their fellow IOG’ers in between the many offerings of cakes and the playing of numerous games (including croquet, jenga and rummikub). [Paul D.]
Over the past few years Clare’s and Paul’s summer party has become an annual event not to be missed and this year’s guests enjoyed a mainly blue sky and warm sunshine all afternoon in their hosts’ lovely garden and spacious patio. Here, two groups were seated comfortably underneath parasols, chatting, sipping cups of tea and coffee and indulging in scrumptious cake. Stela, Ian, Tess and some other guests played board games.
Upon my arrival at around 4 p.m., the garden party was in full swing. Further down the lawn a group played croquet. A large wooden jenga tower was sure to attract players willing to give it a go. As is often the case with parties, the kitchen area proved a magnet and social hot spot. Here, the guests chose their favorite cakes from an enormous cake buffet and chatted to the hostess who nipped in and out and prepared cups of tea, making sure we did not lack in anything.
A truly relaxing and magical summer afternoon – a big thank you to Clare and Paul for having us 🙂 [Christina B.]
The Deben Archery Club, which offered a free open day for the public in spring that a few IOGers attended, also holds beginners courses at its club meeting spot near Trinity Park – and Pete collected five of us to give it a go. After some confusion, it was established that there would be a choice of three, three-hour sessions from four to be held on consecutive August Sundays, beginning on the 4th; this is followed by a practice session with the club, all at a reasonable £60 per person. They supply the archery equipment and, at the end, we should theoretically be qualified to look at attending their general club nights.
The course is run by nationally qualified coaches and the first class, on the 4th, showed off their teaching skills by being well-structured and varied – it held our interest throughout.
It takes muscles I didn’t know I had, however, and by the end of three hours my bow arm was quivering (see what I did there?) so much I had a new reason for not actually hitting the target very often (Pete’s pics also indicate that I looked like Quasimodo trying to weather a severe storm – the shoulder and muscles in my right arm had gone on strike). Karen – I add with only mild envy – had the posture of Diana, goddess of hunting, and showed her class. Meanwhile, Toby weathered his own storm at the start of the session – a faulty bow that meant his arrows did not even make contact with the target stand. This was rather hilarious until the instructor tried it and couldn’t hit the stand with that bow either – Toby vindicated!
A lot of fun – and we look forward to what the next session brings.
Text contributed by Martin, pics and map by Christina.
On a lovely Friday evening in July, Christina organised and led an evening walk of about five miles starting and ending at Barham Fishing Lakes. There were 15 of us, with a good mix of new faces and some seasoned walkers.
The walk was on public footpaths, some of which were lined with brambles and nettles which John in his shorts found out to his cost. It went along the picturesque Gipping River, and past the mill at Creeting Lock Bridge where we stopped for a group picture.
It was a sunny evening with blue skies and not too hot, although a breeze would have been welcome. En route there were some curious cows and some well bred horses to photograph. Fields of runner beans and wheat added interest to the walk as well.
Some of us made a welcome pit stop at the end of the walk at the Sorrel Horse Inn where we enjoyed a pint or two in their lovely garden. It was a balmy summer evening to be remembered. All in all it was a very pleasant walk.
Text contributed by Paul, pics by Anni, Francis and Rachael.
Rachael’s Big Walk, followed by games and a barbecue. Impossible to resist if you have sufficient screws loose, so eight suitable candidates set off from Hitcham shortly after 9.00am, cutting across country and heading south towards Bildeston. Good weather, beautiful ‘fields of gold’ (some already harvested), and plenty of bonhomie got the day off to a great start.
Heading west via Kettlebaston, Monks Eleigh Tye and Brent Eleigh, the fun continued unabated. We encountered areas planted with flora even our leader didn’t recognise, though she’s since discovered they are called phacelia boatus and are planted especially for the bees. Those who know Rachael will be aware her flora knowledge isn’t often found wanting!
After lunch, the caffeine addicts scoured Lavenham for a tea room, whilst the alcoholics amongst us declined such gross temptation and found a pub around the corner. All suitably refreshed, the party headed north and east towards Preston St Mary and then back to Hitcham. The Big Walk proved to be tinier than advertised at around 18 miles, but not even this author can find a single thing to moan about!
Rachael’s immaculate (lol) lawn then hosted a series of croquet games. Best shot went to Rachael after she managed to scoop her ball over the top of the competitors ball she was aiming at, literally only two feet away! Francis managed to win two games despite his dubious beginner status, and Lynn seemed repeatedly determined to play her own game, a number of hoops behind everyone else. Dave managed to give a great impression of someone fast sleep throughout!
A tasty barbecue ensued, fully replenishing everyone’s waistlines despite all the exercise earlier in the day. Included was some lovely homemade elderflower champagne, courtesy of our host. Oh, and the chocolate cake /lemon cheesecake dessert options were delicious. A yummy day in every way!
“Aaah! I thought you said there were no stinging nettles?”
On Saturday a happy band of IOG members set off from Ipswich to walk the 8½ miles to Woodbridge. It wasn’t planned to be the longest walk we had ever done, but this one was a bit different. On arrival in Woodbridge we would begin a leisurely pub crawl around a selection of varied drinking-holes.
Our morning meeting point was near Ipswich hospital. Some folk turned up with full walking kit, carrying rucksacks and prepared for every eventuality. Others had decided to travel light, obviously focussing on the pub crawl part of the day. I brought a hat. The 10am start time arrived and 16 of us headed off towards Rushmere St Andrew. The plan was to head north and join the Fynn Valley Path towards Martlesham, then join the Sandlings Way into Woodbridge.
Many of us had obviously walked this way before. There was not much ‘leading’ required, apart from a couple of gentle course corrections we walked on ‘auto-pilot’ most of the way. A few days earlier I had walked the route to check how overgrown the paths were. Having found it largely clear I sent out an email declaring it ‘largely nettle-free’ and ‘shorts-friendly’. A few of our group interpreted this to mean the path was totally clear and at least 2 metres wide all the way. This was not the case. Some of us then proceeded to walk through any isolated clumps of thistles or nettles they could find. Any scratches or stings were of course my fault…
As we walked through lovely Suffolk countryside past fields of cows, at one point the footpath narrowed considerably to take us alongside an electric fence. Fortunately no one tested to see if it was working.
After 2¼ hours walking we arrived at the Martlesham Red Lion pub for a brief drink and loo stop. This was not technically part of the official pub crawl, but a few beers were drunk here as a warm-up for the main event later. We were slightly ahead of schedule at this point and the conversation flowed freely. Tony told us about his forthcoming trip to Poland. His mangled pronunciation of Polish place names amused our native Polish speakers. The general advice seemed to be write down the place names or you could be inadvertently asking for a sausage rather than directions to the next town.
We left the pub and joined the Sandlings Way, soon walking alongside Martlesham Creek. The tide was in and the water was very high. I was asked a few times if we would be OK going round Kyson Point at high tide. ‘Yes, no problem’, I said with my fingers firmly crossed behind my back. Fortunately when we turned the corner at Kyson Point the muddy beach/riverbank was largely dry.
All that was then left was to walk along the tarmac path alongside the River Deben into Woodbridge. The sun was shining and we were getting thirsty. A few of the group (the sensible ones?) chose to leave us when we got to Woodbridge and headed off home. The rest of us walked to The Cherry Tree Inn, officially Pub One. We arrived bang on schedule at 2pm. This was our planned lunch stop for the day. Burgers, salads and fish and chips ‘lined’ our stomachs in preparation for the pub crawl.
There were a few wasps around and they seemed to be largely attracted to the same people who had been scratched or stung by nettles earlier. Debbie was stung by a wasp. There was a brief discussion about sucking the ‘venom’ out. But then she told us where she had been stung and we decided against it.
Some IOG members met us in The Cherry Tree for lunch, planning only to do the pub crawl. At 3.30 we headed off to Pub Two. All of the pubs were reasonably close to each other and they each had their own individual charm. They all had differing definitions of the term ‘beer garden’ so we could sit outside all afternoon and into the evening. Some members of the group joined us later on the route.
8pm saw us arrive in our last pub of the day, Pub Six – The Anchor – picked because it is close to the train station and taxis. After our final drink a group of us waved goodbye to the others and caught the 9.18 train back to Ipswich. The rest had rather sensibly arranged lifts home.
A good time was had by all. There were a few requests to make this a regular event. Maybe next year…?
This was planned as a two day event – starting with a half day in central Ipswich and then, on day two, a longer session exploring Redgrave and Lopham Fen near Diss. This gave us the opportunity to experience geocaching in both urban and rural locations. On the first day we were introduced to the basics of geocaching including the technology (either a smartphone app such as c.geo or a hand-held GPS device such as a Garmin) before venturing out as a group to see what we could find.
For those new to geocaching, this is a treasure hunt where you look for ‘caches’ of varying sizes carefully hidden from sight. Caches can range from nano (the size of a nail) and micro (a little larger) upwards. Using a geocaching phone app, users can navigate with a built in compass to within a couple of metres of the cache. A hint such as ‘magnetic’ or ‘look upwards’ can help identify a likely location. Once the cache has been located the geocacher removes the paper log from inside the container, adds their initials and date and then marks it as ‘found’ on the app, before replacing it exactly where found and moving on to the next target.
Our main focus on Saturday was a series of caches close to Ipswich waterfront (Quay Place trail) and the area around Rope Walk and east Ipswich. On the Sunday we drove out to Redgrave and the site of special scientific interest (SSI) at Lopham Fen. Here we had the opportunity to tackle a much longer series of caches of differing sizes and types (including a set of 27 at intervals of around 200 metres) whilst enjoying the natural spaces. Diving into bushes, trying to avoid nettles, peering into tree trunks, examining road signs and street furniture in forensic detail (!) there was no stopping us now and we were able to locate all but one of the caches on the second day. This left just enough time for a quick cup of coffee from the mobile van at the Fen followed by a drink at the local pub in Redgrave, before setting off home.
Thanks to Peter for planning this event and to his friends Nick and Nic from Stowmarket who shared their geocaching expertise with us. If you missed this event and would like to try geocaching then keep an eye out on the IOG programme in future, as we hope to repeat it.
… except for this person who is clearly not here at all.
Don’t try this at home.
What IS Andy doing? Fire eating?
Once again we gathered at the Shottisham Campsite for the IOG Birthday Beer Camp weekend. A sense of déjà vu hung in the air as the events unfolded – the splendid shared BBQ on the Friday evening followed by the ceremonial making of paper airplanes from old IOG programmes and flying them into the firepit, the consuming of the home brewed beer and wine, the traditional walk to the Ramsholt Arms, and the communal meal at the Sorrel Horse pub on Saturday. All this went to plan, and we didn’t get too dampened by the rain on Saturday.
New this year:
1. Super-soakers proved effective against the free-range hens
2. Lou managed to lead the walk without taking any wrong turns (even after the pub stop) (*)
1. Did Andy survive sticking his head into the firepit?
2. Did the new colour programmes fly better than the old black-and-white ones?
3. Will Lou manage to brew another batch of ginger beer in time for Dave Bird’s BBQ?
Twenty-seven IOGers assembled in Buzzard Barn and Heather Cottage at Blackadon Cottages, Moorhaven in Devon, the third week of June. This is a self-catering venue so we divided into groups of four and very successfully fed each other every night – with varying degrees of mayhem and calm. I think I can safely say that a good time was had by all – so much so that most of us plan to return to the same place for the same week next year.
Breakfast was lengthy and extensive and then activities dispersed us each day – some walked; some visited National Trust properties or towns like Brixham and Salcombe; some lazed about the house or pottered about on the moor above it; pubs and tea rooms were well attended; fish was not caught. We even had an engagement – congratulations Mike and Michelle!
Ian’s coastal walk on Tuesday 18th
Karen-led walk around Burrator Reservoir
Sam and some Dartmoor ponies
Lydford Gorge expedition- Thursday 20th
The weather was a bit iffy for the first couple of days but cleared up to give us some glorious coastal walks and pleasant evenings in the courtyard of our accommodation.
Dinners were a high point, with the teams excelling at their chosen menus – despite trepidation on the part of most before ‘their’ nights: cooking for 27 buddies is not an idle undertaking 🙂 The night that the all-male team cooked will go down as one of the funniest bits of audio theatre I remember: the clatterings, thumpings, mild swearing and occasional crash punctuated by one member stalwartly declaring at regular intervals: “That is outside my skill set”. Listeners in the living area were in stitches – the final product a triumph!
The sunshine coast – one of the Salcombe walks
These pics were taken during Glen’s coastal walk starting from Salcombe, following a circular route along the South West Coast path, then inland and through a lovely woodland area. The group then took the ferry from South Sands to the car park in Salcombe.
More of sunny Salcombe walk.
More of the Salcombe walk
Thanks to all concerned who helped to make the week go so well – and I look forward to doing it again next year.
The forecast for Friday looked really grim, and I was wondering if anybody would have the nerve to turn up. At around 6pm, Glen called me at work in despair – a lorry had overturned at Copdock roundabout and the traffic had come to a grinding halt. The accident happened on a bridge, two thirds of the lorry were overhanging and were at risk of falling onto the dual carriageway below with probably fatal consequences. It now looked as if I would miss my own walk.
However, we made it to the starting point in the end, and 5 of us had a lovely walk and a mainly sunny evening. The scenery around Claydon and through Shrubland Park is very lush and varied. There is a high chance of spotting a large group of deer in this area although this time we only saw one grazing in the far distance. Some of the paths lead us uphill and offered great views onto Great Blakeney with its imposing Recycling Plant. Some people had visited the site with Jacqui in the past year.
As it is the tradition on my walks in this area, we had a drink and a giggle at the cheap and cheerful Hungry Horse Pub. Here, Florence was entertaining us with her life stories which would make Eastenders proud.
Rachael, hiker extraordinaire, has organised this trip which starts today and is scheduled to run for 19 days. It will be fascinating to follow – much like the Coast to Coast last year – so here’s hoping that the hikers can be persuaded to submit regular reports on their progress. Rachael has left me with maps and descriptions of the planned route, which I will update as they all go along – hopefully adding some front-line material as it comes in. If you want to follow the route on more detailed maps this is the link: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1fKOhBO9V0itLgH8a5QorD0uveehMAi3l
We can begin with Rachael’s own description, sent out when she was planning the trip. [ed.]
There’s lots of hills, plenty of wild moorland, some long distances and if the weather is not good these places can be quite bleak. There are large areas of peat bog, but all the difficult areas have now been paved with slabs which makes the going across these fairly straight forward. However it’s one walk where it’s best to be well equipped, especially in the waterproof department.
It is not, however, all peat bog; the walk is very varied. There are river valleys, hay meadows, stony tracks, limestone pavements, pretty villages, amazing waterfalls, a Roman wall, grassy hills and plenty of tea rooms and pubs along the route – including the World Famous Tan Hill Inn which is Britain’s highest public house at 1,732 feet (528m) above sea level. The highest part of the path is Cross fell in Cumbria at 890m. The day we cross this will be one of the longest days so it will probably be one of the hardest.
Report from Pete E. and Rachael. Some pics are in a series so swipe sideways to see them.
This is going to be hasty as we have to get a lift back to the b&b early, I’m afraid!
After a glorious sunny day of travel yesterday, we were all thoroughly excited to begin day #1 of our epic trip. Yet it felt like someone was eagerly watching our progress and decided to test us right from the outset. The heavens opened as we were gathering outside the hostel and even our starting picture was dripping wet.
We trudged along for several miles, adjusting kit and greatly bemoaning our lot in life. We finally reached Jacob’s Ladder and had to screw our courage to the sticking place. It turns out the climb was actually not the worst part – as soon as we hit the top of the ridge, we were bombarded with drizzle and then heavy rain driven by a head wind. Visibility was limited but spirits remained surprisingly optimistic. We soldiered on and passed many other suitably drenched travellers including a tent with a few volunteers hunkered down as part of some event being run on the moor. We decided not to stick around to find out what was going on. 🙂
Most people’s waterproofs failed in a surprisingly varied number of ways. Lunch at Kinder Downfall was postponed – it was simply too wet to stop. Fortunately, we were able to find a little bit of cover later and wolf down a few sandwiches.
Towards mid-afternoon, the weather began to ease and we were able to make some decent progress across the large stones that make up this part of the Pennine Way.
As we finally began to head down off the ridge we were treated to some rewarding views and even more impressive foliage. I ran on ahead down one of the final hills and managed to make some new four-legged friends. There were several Shetland ponies who seemed eager to say hello… 🙂
By the time we arrived at our accommodation we were all a bit damp and bedraggled, but ready to see what day #2 had in store. After all, we’ve been promised an easy day tomorrow… how hard can it be?!
The dinner story:
Action pics of Dave T-F marinating his specs in cream of vegetable soup.
DAY TWO – Monday 27th May
Crowden to Marsden – 12 Miles
From Crowden the route climbs up to the summit of Black Hill on the eastern part of Saddleworth Moor. It passes a series of reservoirs before leaving the Peak District National Park at Standedge.
Report by Miriam. Pics Peter E. & Rachael.
Miriam’s report arrived as a WhatsApp pic. In the interests of an easy read I have transcribed it below – but, actually, it wasn’t really necessary. Those who know Miriam will hear her voice coming through loud and clear! [ed.]
Well, here we are at the New Inn Marsden after a very changeable day weather-wise. We set out from the Old House, Crowden, this morning after a heavy downpour so donned full waterproof protection and extra layers. As we climbed Black Hill and the wind subsided, we shed some base layers or fleeces but the waterproof jackets and trousers stayed on for most of the day. We occasionally had enough blue in the sky for a pair of sailor’s trousers [sweet – ed.] but it was mainly dark clouds – racing across the sky like demons trying to catch us out.
Leaving Crowden, and when coming down into Marsden there were acres of rhododendrons, beautifully colourful at this time of year, but of course an invasive species encroaching on the acidic hills.
Heading across Crowden Dam
View from Laddow Rocks
Black Hill summit
Our summit for today was Black Hill – 1,909 ft elevation surrounded by peat bog. Flower of the day was ‘Bog Cotton’, like little snowflakes amongst the heather and grass.
The sun came out long enough for a leisurely lunch overlooking Dean Clough [?– ed.]. There had been warning sign[s] about its being difficult to cross in very wet weather. We chanced our luck and it was still passable despite yesterday’s rain. Meeting the road an hour later we were delighted to see in the distance a tea wagon, perfect timing as the wind picked up again.
Descending towards Marsden we followed the old Wessenden Brook, divided into several reservoirs and hydro-power systems in the 19th century to power the mills and developing town. Fascinating history.
Pics contributed by Pete E., Rachael & Toby. They are in a series so swipe sideways to see them; text by Toby
The New Inn, Marsden
Series taken at 10.17 on the way up to Millstone Edge
We climbed steeply out of Marsden, leaving the river and canal behind.
After making the first hill of the day – White Hill – we headed towards the M62. Luckily for us there is a footbridge across and we were cheered by the waves and horns of the passing traffic.
We had lunch on Blackstone Edge, followed by a quick tea or beer in the White House pub, and then a long flat easy walk past several reservoirs.
Crossing the M62
Blackstone Edge looking towards Rochester [ed.’s guess]
As we left the reservoirs behind we drew ever closer to Stoodley Pike, a large monument to Napoleon’s defeat. Up close it is very dour and impressive; unlike the last time I visited you can get inside and climb up a dark staircase to a balcony with views of the valley.
Entrance to Stoodley Pike
… and the view
Approaching Hebden Bridge, we walked through some grassy woodlands that still had a smattering of bluebells, and chose a path towards the canal that petered out on us and required some careful balancing before we made it to the edge of town.
Hebden Bridge has been called the Totnes of the North, and so it proved with a colourful variety of alternative shops and inhabitants. We crossed the town and headed up the steep streets to our hostel – a very eco-friendly affair where some of the beds could only be reached by ladders.
Dinner was at a local Greek restaurant, which provided a welcome break from pub grub.
Report contributed by Rachael, pics by Rachael and Peter E.
We had an early 8am start to make the most of the weather. It was nice to have Albert back with us, his leg now feeling much better. Today was Julian’s turn to wimp out with a knee injury.
It was a steep climb out of Hebden Bridge up though woods on the Hebden Loop path to the pretty village of Heptonstall. Here we took a detour to the churchyard to visit the grave of Sylvia Plath.
Ready for Day Four
Leaving Hebdon Bridge. 8.45
Looking back to Stoodley Pike
We rejoined the official Pennine Way and continued northwards over Clough Head Moor. We took a short break by the bridge over Graining Water then onwards past the Walshaw Dean Reservoirs. It was very peaceful here, just the echoing calls of numerous Lapwings (Peewit, Peewit) and the ocasional Curlew.
After a long climb up over a wiggly slabbed path the view opened out and we saw the ruined building of Top Withins. (The building that inspired Emily Bronte’s novel Wuthering Heights) And more importantly our lunch time location.
Middle Walsh Reservoir
We soon detoured off the Pennine way down on the Bronte Way, towards the Bronte Waterfall, over the Bronte Bridge, past the Bronte house and into the Bronte village of Haworth. After a refreshing pause for tea and cake in the village we continued on our way passing the Bronte bus, the Bronte Balti ( Bronte Vegetarian Sizzler available at £3.95) and on up past the Bronte Hotel to the hostel.
The lovely day was completed with a meal fit for a Bronte at the Old Hall.
The Bronte Bridge
DAY FIVE – Thursday 30th May
Haworth to Earby – 16 Miles
We shall rejoin the trail and continue on crossing more moorland to the villages of Cowling and Lothersdale. We then climb up to Pinhaw Beacon before dropping down to the village of Earby.
Report contributed by Albert; pics various
The Pennine Way Bunch
We set off from Haworth YH at 8.35am – quite on target. Two minutes into the walk we said goodbye to our fellow walker Julian who had suffered from the walk curse and injured his knee two days before. After confirmation of no chances to recover any time soon, he resigned himself to the fact of abandoning us all.
Leaving Haworth YHA
Inside Haworth Church, postponing the inevitable of the deluge outside
Leaving Haworth in the rain
Anyway, the rest continued on through the rainy day – trotting along downhills and uphills.
Highlight for Albert was to walk through the fields of a farmhouse that had belonged to some dear friends and where, 37 years ago, he stayed during his first ever visit to Britain.
The walk continued over the Ickornshaw Moor at a pace that… (don’t know what to say here).
Old Bess Hill, Ickornshaw Moor
Leaving Ickornshaw Moor
A welcome highlight for the gang was the pub stop in Cowling – the Hare and Hounds for those of you who might retrace our steps some time.
Hare and Hounds, Lothersdale
View towards Malham
At our arrival in Earby at the Youth Hostel, we were treated to some delicious brownies and tea and coffee. Wonderful Hostel, just opened in April 2019. Well, wonderful [compared to] Haworth where the only thing that ever happened was the Brontës.
Looking forward to tomorrow, short walk to Malham YH. Albert, however, will take a ride with his already friend James [Who is James? – ed. “The guy who delivers the bags for the pack horse service. Albert has made friends by being sent around a few times. He is using him tomorrow for a lift” – Pete E.], as Albert’s leg seems to be playing up again. Some would say it’s just old age…
We had a very enjoyable evening at the newly refurbished Earby hostel, definitely one to return to another time.
It was just a short way to walk across the meadows following Earby Beck to rejoin the Pennine Way. The day was taken at a much more casual pace as we knew we didn’t have so far to go. It was also much easier walking across lower level undulating terrain. After passing around Langber Hill we suddenly arrived on the tow path of the Leeds to Liverpool Canal.
Series: Leeds and Liverpool Canal from 10.40 am
We passed under the double arched bridge at East Marton and came to a canal boat selling ice creams. It is not every day you see one of these so we had to stop and make use of it.
Series: Gargrave from 12.30 pm
A few more grassy hills, little streams and fields of cows and sheep later, we arrived at Gargrave. We met up with Damon here.
A few more grassy hills, little streams and fields of cows and sheep later, we arrived at the River Aire. We paused here for our sandwiches by the river.
The path then followed along the river’s edge. Flowers were abundant and the air was filled with the smell of hawthorn.
At Airton, we took a break at the Town End Farm tearoom.
The last part of the route took us up a very steep hill which provided fantastic views of Malham Cove just a short distance away.
Story contributed by Pete E.; pics by Pete and Rachael
Albert has been suffering over the past few days with a calf injury and decided to take advantage of Damon’s nearby car – he got a lift up to Malham Tarn, ahead of us and then proceeded alone to meet us at our evening’s accommodation – The Golden Lion pub at Horton-in-Ribblesdale. This gave him the chance to go at his own, leisurely pace, the option of omitting the tough final ascent of Pen-y-Ghent and, arguably, to avoid the chatter of fellow group members…
The rest of us were ready to go as Damon returned, and after our obligatory starting photo outside the hostel, we headed towards Malham Cove. We paused briefly to have a look around Town End Barn, owned by the National Trust and open for visitors. As well as some information boards, the barn appeared to be the home of several birds who weren’t massively happy about our disturbance.
Series: Malham Cove – limestone formation .6 miles N of Malham
We pushed on to the Cove and we were immediately mingling with plenty of other day hikers in groups and small numbers, all ready to get their first glimpse of it. It’s a delightfully pleasant walk along the stream to reach it and I always enjoy as it gradually hoves into view. We took some pictures but didn’t stay long – with many miles still to cover today, we began our ascent to the limestone pavement.
I’ve visited here several times in the past, with my dad as a child and, later, on other trips with the outdoor group. It’s always fun to galumph across the pavement, especially with the added fun of a massive backpack that adds to the danger. I called my dad to say hello and update on progress as we reached the top, and he was chuffed to be able to reveal to everyone that the stones we were standing on were called Clints and the gaps between them Grikes (some already knew this but I didn’t mention that!).
After we’d recovered from our first climb, we pushed on to Malham Tarn. The landscape was rocky, but soon gave way to fields punctuated by large stones. As we went on, we came across more and more sheep and farmland. This led to our first excitement of the day, just as we reached the road before the Tarn, we found a single plaintively bleating sheep stranded away from his friends. We watched a few mins and eventually decided to try to help by opening the only gate stopping them reuniting. A lot of hassle later and the sheep, of course, decided that rather than use the gate, it would jump over the barbed wire fence. D’oh.
We gave up and moved on, past the Tarn and up to the Field Studies Centre, where a large group of youngsters appeared to be studying some parts of the countryside. We also enjoyed several wooden carvings of animals, including an owl and a hare, dotted along the path as we continued.
We struck out across Malham Moor. As we climbed higher, it became apparent that the rain clouds we had been outrunning were not going anywhere. We layered up with waterproofs before the next rise and, swiftly after, the rain set in. Fortunately, the temperature remained warm and so spirits were kept up too. It made lunch harder – we tried to grab a sandwich as we rejoined the road on the other side after descending near Fountains Fell, but it was too wet to enjoy with any great gusto.
Series: Malham Cove to Pen-y-Ghent
Things started to dry out as we turned our attention to the final big challenge of the day – Pen-y-Ghent, almost as if the weather felt sorry for us and thought we had had enough.
We strode on and step by step made our way up the incredibly steep stone steps which eventually culminated in a massive scary scramble up to the final path to the summit.
Series: Summit of Pen-y-Ghent – 4 pm
The crazy things people do…[says ed. in sunny Ipswich with a glass of wine to hand]
The way down and the pub is waiting.
No sooner had we reached it, than we were suddenly overtaken by hordes of runners all significantly faster than we were!It turns out that we found ourselves in the middle of an organised 10k fell run and all the participants had to race to the summit before running back down to the race point. This made us feel exhausted just watching so we trudged down the other side, a much gentler descent, alongside all the other hikers who were going at a more sedate pace.
We finally arrived at The Golden Lion, our base for the evening where all of us, bar one, will be sleeping in a single dormitory. We’re about to learn a lot more about each other before the night is over, I suspect!
[What follows is Heather’s report – which makes for lively reading. And, as the editor is pressed for time, and feels that this is pretty clear, it has not been transcribed – which, it is felt, adds gritty immediacy. My story and I’m sticking to it – ed.]
Horton-in-Ribblesdale church with Pen-y-ghent behind
View towards Ingleborough
Sell Gill Hole
Brow Gill beck disappears into pot hole
Ling Gill Bridge
Cam High Road – and, by the look of Pete’s face, the rain is back in earnest.
Pics contributed by Pete and Rachael, report by David T-F
The day started like most with a steep haul up from our ‘digs’ back to the moorland where we would stop to put on our waterproofs – the 5-mile climb up Great Shunner Fell had us being constantly buffeted by strong winds. On reaching the top we stopped and removed our waterproofs and buried someone who had been limping; Rachael said a few words while an unseemly battle started over the deceased’s packed lunch. Eventually decorum was restored and crossed walking poles marked the fallen.
View back to Hawes
Heading up Great Shunner Fell
Among the cotton grass
Series: Great Shunner Fell – around 9.45…
…and looking bleak, if spacious.
Great Shunner Fell summit
The next stretch, whilst looking forlorn, bore a sign stating it had been improved in order to make a more suitable habitat for Black Grouse. At this point we stopped to put our waterproofs back on and continued. A little further on whilst taking our waterproofs off again we were mobbed by a Golden Plover trying to distract us from his nesting mate. Dropping down off the moor we lunched on a grassy bank whilst the sun fought its way through the cloud.
View to Tarn Hill
Great Shunner Fell
As we entered the small stone village of Thwaite we spotted a Tea Room and a store selling waterproof clothing; we were in our ‘element’.
At this juncture, thinking a gentle stroll down the valley would bring us to our destination, I was most put out to find we had to traverse a narrow scar that led up the hillside that found us looking into a hidden valley with the village of Muker (twinned with Brigadoon) at its head. After removing our waterproofs as we were overheating on the ascent, we traversed the north side of the valley which was still covered in primroses and bluebells.
View back to Thwaite
Heading towards Keld
Approaching Keld – and the yurts
Dropping down in to Keld we spied the Yurts in which we were to stay that night and soon we were in the hot tub drinking baskets of bottled ales while our laundry was being done and our waterproofs were being reproofed. [There is a rather frightening pic of this on the group’s private Facebook page but the editor decided, in the interests of keeping the Newsletter content family-friendly, to leave it there. – ed.]
Day Ten – Tuesday, 4th June
Keld to Bowes – 13 Miles
From Keld the path crosses the route of the Coast to Coast Walk, then ascends a side valley known as Stones Dale to reach Tan Hill Inn. After a brief pause here we will leave the Yorkshire Dales and cross the open moorland to Bowes.
Pics contributed by Pete, Rachael et al., report by Paul D.
Yurt accommodation in Keld
It was really difficult to drag everyone away from the comfort of their yurts this morning, especially after last night’s sumptuous meal, drinks and the hot tub experience. A couple of people were seen nursing sore heads over breakfast but in their defence this was due to the low height of the yurt door frames and not the Black Sheep or Golden Sheep beer consumed the night before.
Out comes the inevitable rain gear – again.
Across Bowes Moor…
…constantly mobbed by Curlew, Golden Plove and Oyster Catchers
Anyway Rachael reluctantly called us to order and we set off uphill along the valley and back towards the lovely village of Keld to rejoin the official Pennine Way path. The black clouds were gathering as forecast and it was not too long before the first spots arrived and raingear was donned. However, within minutes it decided to relent and then we were too hot…. so off it came. It proved to be on and off like this all day but at least it was mainly drier than anticipated.
We ascended out of the village and up onto the higher open moorland, always accompanied by the sounds of lapwings, curlews and plovers not too far away. The peace was not to last long though as fast moving military jets rattled though.
Eventually we sighted our first destination of the day (Tan Hill pub) and this spurred us all on. Many had a pint of real ale, whilst quite understandably (as it was only just past 10.30) the more refined members of the group decided on cups of tea. One even had hot chocolate but this was promptly ruined by the dunking of salted crisps into it. Apparently this was a nice combination but I’m not so sure !
After being refuelled we descended the infamous boggy path (Sleightholme Moor) for 3 miles or so. Fortunately, this must have been one of its drier periods as most boots were not too wet by the end. At this point we had lunch and took in the views of the grouse butts, the moor and the ever-nearing A66 road!
Heading across Sleightholme Moor
Crossing River Greta
We then descended along a lovely valley with a peaty river, eventually reaching the single street village of Bowes where we admired the now ruined castle (from about 1170). Finally with the rain starting to come down more heavily we saw our night’s accommodation at the Ancient Unicorn.
Another great day and we are now almost at the half way point in terms of mileage. How exciting !!
Day Eleven – Wednesday 5th June
Bowes to Forest-in-Teesdale – 22 Miles
This short video of Damon’s really brings the walk alive! [ed.]
Woke up to sunshine and a grand cooked breakfast. What a way to start the day!
Passing Robin Hood’s Hole
Walking from Bowes, this band of hardy adventurers covered about 22 miles before arriving at Langdon Beck YHA in time to enjoy the restorative power of tea, a hot shower, and a tasty dinner. En-route we enjoyed teas and coffees in Middleton-on-Tees most salubrious establishments, and were suitably impressed by the majestic Low Force and High Force Waterfalls. Watching tons of water forcing its way through the rocky landscape left a dramatic and lasting impression!
Waterfalls on the Tees
Suspension bridge at Low Force
Some friendly sheep
Above High Force
Thanks to our leader extraordinaire for a great day. Without all her hard work, we wouldn’t be here.
Feet up after dinner, I’m now somewhat bewildered by the actions of one of the (presumably) less intelligent members of our party who is currently ‘enjoying’ a cycle ride – part of his triathlon training – as if walking 22 miles up hill and down dale wasn’t enough for any normal human being!
Day Twelve – Thursday 6th June
Forest-in-Teesdale to Dufton – 13 Miles
The route continues along the Tees, climbing up beside the waterfall of Cauldron Snout below Cow Green Reservoir. The trail then ascends the gently rising side valley of Maize Beck to reach High Cup Nick, one of the most memorable points on the Pennine Way. From High Cup the trail descends to the village of Dufton.
Pics contributed by Pete and Rachael; text by Maria.
It was a beautiful sunny day [and about time, too – ed.] when we started our walk today though the fields and moors of Moor House Upper Teesdale National Nature reserve. We soon joined the footpath along the River Tees that took us to the waterfall of Cauldron Snout.
Starting to climb
We carried on to the trail on the other side of the river through the valley of Maize Beck and had lunch by the river.
Heading for High Cup Nick
After a few more miles we arrived at High Cup Nick and had a break to enjoy the spectacular views from the top of the cliff.
Google image of High Cup Nick
High Cup Nick
Looking down over High Cup Nick
From there we walked down the hill to the village of Dufton.
The following video and report have been contributed by Damon, who has joined the group briefly en route. The video really brings the walk alive.
I’m Heather’s partner Damon, and I’ve popped in to see the intrepid IOG Pennine Way walkers a couple of times.
On Wednesday 5th June I drove up to Middleton in Teesdale to meet them on their way to Langdon Beck Youth Hostel. There was actually more to it than that, but it involves a complex sequence of logistical exchanges, involving a car and a bicycle. They turned up a bit later than they’d thought, as the the walk from Bowes involved unexpectedly hard hills.
I’d cycled from Middleton to Langdon Beck a number of times, but I’d never walked. I’d seen High Force Waterfall, but the rest of the afternoon proved to be a delight, but I had fresh legs of course. This short video shows that, and some of the scenes from Thursday.
Langdon Beck Hostel did us proud, lacking only something to drink in the evening, that’s where the car came in handy, enabling a trip to the Co-Op for refreshment.
On Thursday we went to Dufton, via Cauldron Snout waterfall and High Cup Nick. I spent most of the morning walking on my own, due to car-shuffling logistics, joining the group above Cauldron Snout. Dufton proved to be a lively place, thanks to Appleby Horse Fair.
On Friday the destination was Alston, where my bicycle was waiting for me to cross the 2,000-foot Yad Moss pass, back to the car at Langdon Beck. Th first big hill of the the day was Great Dun Fell, which I’d never climbed before, unlike the neighbouring Cross Fell, which I’ve done twice, once on skis.
The forecast of heavy rain in the afternoon put me off a gruelling bike ride at the end of a 20-mile hike, so I struck off across the moors on my own, following streams and the River Tees in case mist came down. I reached the car just as it started to rain heavily. I arrived at Alston Hostel at about 5.30pm and asked if the group had got back. I was told that was confidential information, Lord knows why, but we live in mysterious times. I did persuade the warden of my good intentions. The group hadn’t arrived, so I walked about a mile to meet them as the wended their way, beside the River Tyne.
All in all a very nice couple of days and a half.
DAY 13 – Friday 7th June
Dufton to Alston – 19 Miles
From Dufton the Pennine Way climbs back up the fells, passing in turn the summits of Knock Fell, Great Dun Fell, Little Dun Fell and finally Cross Fell, at 893 metres (2,930 ft) the highest point on the entire path. A long descent follows to the valley of the South Tyne at Garrigill. The trail then keeps close to the river to enter the town of Alston.
Pics contributed by Rachael, Francis and Pete
After a strange evening in Dufton which involved traveling horse traders, police horses and an air ambulance, we headed out early in glorious sunshine. A long ascent up Knock Old Man towards Green Fell had us peeling off the layers pretty quickly. Our newest recruit, Francis, made his first metamorphosis by promptly disappearing behind a wall to change into his shorts.
Heading up to Great Dun Fell
View towards the Lake District mountains
A brief pause on the fells above Dufton
Cross Fell looming on the horizon
Looking back towards Dufton
We progressed on to the radar station at Great Dunn Fell where the giant golf ball looked ready to be struck into the Lake District.
Crossing Swindale Beck
Knock Old Man
Great Dun Fell
Next we headed on to the high point of the Pennine Way, Cross Fell, at just under 3,000 ft. Heather has suggested that this is the highest point between here and the Ural Mountains to the East.
Cross Fell Summit
View from Cross Fell
Lunch break at the top of Cross Fell around 1pm
A quick lunch in the solidly built shelter at the top in increasingly windy conditions coincided with meeting an Italian who was on a pilgrimage from Cape Wrath to his home in Tuscany. That was unusual but he was hot on the heels of a Canadian heading to Rome with a red and white ice hockey stick wrapped in Rosary beads. Like I said, not the extremes we expected!
On the way down
On the way down
Resting on the way down
South Tyne River
The descent along a never-ending yellow track across the lifeless moor was, by mutual agreement, a drag. To add to the foreboding atmosphere, the rain closed in and Francis was transformed into a giant raven by his grey ill-fitting poncho outside the bothie known as Greg’s hut.
The mood was lightened by a refreshment stop in Garrigill which comprised a seat that was large enough to accommodate all 13 of us around a tree with a large canopy as shelter from the rain. Admittedly a poor substitute for the closed pub or even the art gallery that Miriam tried to turn into a tea-room, but a welcome break nonetheless.
Our final stage of 4 miles or so along the banks of the South Tyne and through countless fields and over countless stiles would have been lovely under different circumstances. Outside the hostel, we said our goodbyes to Damon who had finished his second cameo and was heading home to Leyland, before we trudged to the Cumberland Hotel in the rain. Some decent food and a good selection of ales and ciders may have been the perfect prep for another long day tomorrow……..hic…..Watch this space!
Text contributed by Francis; pics contributed by Francis and Rachael
This could have been an amazing walk- one of our favourites. Gentle slopes of farmland, woods and heath. Curlews and lapwings taking to the sky, shouting warnings of our presence. The sound of a cuckoo. Sheep, cows and horses. The smell of wild garlic. A stroll through pastoral England in June sunshine. But it rained. That determined continuous biting rain. Head down, cold, wet and wishing it was over. Footpaths were boggy, rivers of mud and rivers of, well, river.
Between Kirkhaugh and Lintley
Slaggyford station. Only now Rachael says we could have caught this train from Alston and missed the drenching.
Coffee break in the buffet car
Layers of waterproofs but no Gortex could keep us dry. Feet squelching in boots. Everything becomes difficult. Got to be desperate to bother with a wee. You get the picture. Glad we live down south in Suffolk – we don’t know real rain. For Rachael this is ideal, refreshing weather; almost perfect.
Heading across the moor
Lunch stop at Glendue Burn
Between Kirkhaugh and Lintley
On a positive note, it’s Steve’s birthday – and he’s looking great for his late sixties [note writer – ed.]. See the picture.
He’s fond of wearing stupid stuff and looking stupid so a few laughs at breakfast and hoping for more this evening.
Pics contributed by Francis, Rachael; text by Miriam.
After a thorough soaking yesterday, we spent today in bright sunshine with friendly winds.
Flower of the day: ‘Veronica’, a variety of speedwell. Little blue flowers peeping up at us from between fresh grasses.
Summit of the day: Winshields Crag, elevation 345m.
This was our ‘rest day’ so we had plenty of time to learn about the history of Hadrian’s Wall and the many other Roman landmarks. On this clear day, the views from the wall are stunning and we have an appreciation of how far we have come, approximately 236 miles. ‘Well done feet’!
The Sill YHA and visitors’ centre is a purpose built structure with wild flowers sown in the flower beds and on the turf roof. Lots of opportunity to spot and name flowers. Staying at the Sill YHA tonight and, after achieving our first priority: ‘Laundry’ – we have now scattered to chill out before pub dinner at the ‘Twice Brewed’.
DAY 16 – Monday 10th June
Twice Brewed to Bellingham – 15 Miles
The route continues for another mile or so along the wall past Crag Lough. From the wall the trail heads north through Wark Forest. Past the forest it follows field paths to Shitlington Crags and descends to the large village of Bellingham.
Text contributed by Toby; pics by Francis, Rachael and Toby.
Day 16 dawned bright and sunny – tempting many of us to don t-shirts and shorts, and apply plenty of sunscreen. The half-length walk on the day previous seemed to delude some of the members of our group into thinking they were on some sort of holiday where they could enjoy themselves – or maybe we were just happier after some rest. Whatever it was everyone seemed in a playful mood.
We picked up the trail on Hadrian’s Wall again, going up and down the crags and gaps; one of these has a splendid oak tree spread across it that was used in the motion picture “Robin Hood Prince of Thieves”. We imitated Kevin Costner & Morgan Freeman firing their bows at the Sheriff of Nottingham. Views to the south were excellent; we could see Cross Fell in the distance where we had been just three days before.
After a couple of miles more along the wall, we headed off NE across rolling farm fields. Eventually we reached some conifer forests which, although muddy underfoot, were pleasantly cool. Then an equally muddy moor crossing, where during a brief pause Francis decided to liven up things for the folks at home by having a “whose knees are these?” photo competition on WhatsApp. I generously donated my knees to the contest.
We crossed more forest and farmland, and just after lunch we came across a “pit stop” shop in a farm shed where I grabbed some extra supplies which were then nearly stolen by some very friendly horses. I think they supplement their diet with apples from passing hikers.
Eventually we climbed the final hill before Bellingham, and a quick road walk got us to North Tyne and our stop for the night. We are self-catering so Rachael and helpers are now cooking up something special in the kitchen.
North Tyne River
DAY 17 – Tuesday 11th June
Bellingham to Byrness – 16 Miles
More remote country follows, across Padon Hill and the edge of Redesdale Forest. The trail eventually reaches Redesdale at Blakehopeburnhaugh and Cottonshopeburnfoot, two neighbouring hamlets which compete for the longest name in England. The route then follows the River Rede upstream to the village of Byrness.
The day started with a well-practised routine in the girl’s room, 30 mins before breakfast at 7.15am today. Mechanical packing, everything carefully sorted and stuffed in plastic bags, sealed against the rain, and loaded back into the rucksack for the umpteenth time.
Text contributed by Heather; pics by Rachael
Self-catering breakfast so more time required to find, feed, water and tidy up after ourselves before we left at 8.30am.
View back to Cross Fell
View back to Bellingham
Heading towards Hareshaw house
Deer Play hill
We were straight into a long, gradual climb out of Bellingham and the familiar sounds that have accompanied us throughout this journey: the bleating of a lost lamb and the bubbling of the curlew. 11 of us set out as a gang this morning, but Albert had actually snuck off earlier, and it was a game of hare and hounds as he maintained his lead all day, and we played ‘Albert-spotting’ as we crested each hill.
After about 7km we’d risen 250m up onto a hill with the fantastic name Deer Play. The view north from there revealed the Cheviots (tomorrow’s goal), but the view south was even more amazing as we could still see Great Dun Fell, Little Dun Fell and Cross Fell way, way in the distance – hills we’d walked 4 whole days ago!
The path continued across a huge open expanse of heather moorland which wasn’t as wet as expected but now there was no sign of anywhere to shelter for lunch out of the fresh breeze. We pressed on, spotting cranberry in flower, and round-leaved sundew. Finally, at around 8 miles we’d reached the southern edge of the vast Redesdale Forest and split up to shelter variously by an old wall or a dip in the bracken and eat.
Heading to Whiteley Pike
Self-catering always results in a bizarre collection of leftovers to deal with, and we’d done our best not to waste any thing by leaving it behind so lunch this time could have consisted of anything from the usual sandwiches, crisps and apples to pears, grapes, tomato puree, bagged salad, a half bottle of rum, custard powder, red wine or tinned tomatoes we were collectively carrying. Nice.
[Meanwhile, the editor of this blog was lunching on grilled langoustines and chilled Pinot Grigio on the waterfront of the little Venetian island of Mazzorbo – and blessing the shade and the breeze; it was rather warm! – ed.]
We know which part of lunch Dave favoured.
Oh my, What fun. [ed.]
Approaching Redesdale Forest
The section after lunch was easy – a quick climb up Brownrigg Head and then a long gradual descent down well-surfaced forest tracks through the endless commercial plantation of regimented spruce and larch. The views were good though, with interesting plants along the tracks including more northern marsh orchids, some violet coloured milkwort and quaking grass. An odd mix.
Finally we were back down to civilisation at the tiny hamlet of Blakehopeburnhaugh (surely they must shorten that name?) and then our final destination of Byrness. We visited the tiny church of St Francis there with its stained glass window dedicated to the 64 workers killed in the construction of the nearby Catcleugh Reservoir (and paid for by the work force).
We’ve now checked into the Forest View Inn and settled in to take advantage of the hot showers and great food. Or, in Steve’s case, set off the fire alarm whilst investigating beers at the bar! No doubt another varied night awaits, before our second to last day tomorrow. At least we get a lift back to stay here again so we can leave all but the day stuff behind and carry a light load – hurrah!
Bye for now, Heather.
DAY 18 – Wednesday 12th June
Byrness to Cocklawfoot – 16 Miles
The last stage of the Pennine Way, across the Cheviot Hills from Byrness to Kirk Yetholm, is 27 miles (43 km) long, with no habitation en route. We will be dividing this into two days. The trail climbs steeply from the village, then heads north to cross the Scottish border near Ogre Hill. For the rest of the stage the path switches between England and Scotland, along a fence which marks the border itself. Back in England the trail passes the Roman fort at Chew Green, and briefly follows the Roman road of Dere Street. The path then follows the border ridge, passing the high point of Windy Gyle. From here we will drop off the ridge at Cocklawfoot.
Pics taken by Rachael & Torben; story contributed by Torben
After the first of two comfortable nights at the Forest View Inn (a business that is up for sale if anyone is interested), we were greeted at breakfast by the sight of our dried and numbered boots and insoles. All part of the service from our hosts, the never smiling Colin and Joyce.
Dry clothing and boots were a luxury that was unlikely to persist for long, based on the forecast. We headed up through the forest on steep, boggy tracks onto the Cheviots where above the tree line we were hit with a strong headwind which gave a different character to the relentless rain. 2.5 miles in Francis made the decision to turn back whilst the rest of us tied down our rucksack covers to avoid being blown away and pressed on. A day of bog-hopping in low cloud with limited opportunity for conversation meant we had to make do with the skylarks for company.
The highlight of the day was peeling off the wet layers in the shelter of the mountain rescue hut and enjoying the simple pleasures of lunch and relaxed conversation before heading out into the cold for a second soaking.
The views from the Cheviots are said to be lovely but today the hills were not compliant… Some might say they were the Mischeviots.
We reached the trig point at Windy Gyle and after a quick photo we descended to the pick-up point at Trows. The waiting minibus was a welcome sight and we were greeted by Joyce who seemed overjoyed to have Albert for company in the front seats of the minibus for a steamy ride back to base! Thanks to those who held back for the taxi.
Clothes drying, showering and pre-dinner sampling of local ales was followed by another hearty meal where haggis, neaps, tatties and a wee dram were favoured by the many.
DAY 19 – Thursday 13th June
Cocklawfoot to Kirk Yetholm – 16 Miles
From Cocklawfoot we will need to climb back up onto the ridge and the continue onto the top of Cairn Hill (743 metres (2,438 ft)), from where there is a side trip to the summit of The Cheviot, the main path turns sharply northwest with the border fence, descending to a refuge hut before climbing The Schil at 601 metres (1,972 ft), above the College Valley. The path then descends into Scotland and enters the village of Kirk Yetholm. The path ends at the Border Hotel.