Tuesday morning saw us heading off togged out in wet weather gear. Staying with the Glynders Way we found our route blocked by forestry operations. Rather than add further miles we opted to chance it. There was no sound of machinery running and it looked as if all the actual tree felling had all been done. The bridleway though had been obliterated in places. Deep wheel ruts and copious amounts of thick, glutinous liquid mud, tangled piles of brash that tripped the unwary, made the going difficult. Fortunately, although there was a brisk wind we only experienced the occasional shower. Once out of the forestry the walking was really good. High ridges with splendid views, rolling countryside and wide open spaces. Ascending another uphill bit by Bwich y Groesn we experienced more forestry work in progress. However, the bridleway remained unmolested. Large machinery worked below us, balanced on narrow platforms cut in to the steep hillside. Not a job for the faint hearted!
Wednesday morning was a grey dreich morning, grey cloud shrouded the surrounding hillsides.The wind had shifted and moisture laden mizzle was drifting down the valley. Mike peeped out and sensibly returned to snoozing.The group had departed and once more peace had returned. After a short amble I decided to relocate the tent. With the weather now coming down the valley, the tent was facing it directly. Also, there was a distinct hollow where I had been slowly subsiding in to the boggy ground. The driest pace was in among the trees. Mike decided to join me soon after.
Saturday morning dawned after a frosty night, with a vivid sunrise and cloud inversion. Unfortunately a heavy shower of rain dampened things down. A stroll back in to town and a cooked breakfast. An enjoyable week, a good trip, or, as Mike would say, 'a cracker. Thank you Mike.