GLW2208 : Knott Again?

Friday 4th March 2022

Today's outing was another return to the Farleton Knott area, this time to its north end. Yet again we found paths on which we have not previously trodden.

The start point was the layby on the A65 just north of Junction 36.  The first challenge was to cross the road.  Once successfully negotiated we took the back lane where to the right of Elm Tree Farm is the interestingly shaped small bump, Howe Hill.

Rather than go direct to the farm, we were obliged to continue as far as Black Yeats before turning down the farm track.  A one-eyed old nag and her little pal took an interest in us as did a few calves in their pen.  

Likewise an ewe (gramatically correct, I think, but it's not as easy to say as "a ewe" though then there is the temptation to append the name "Jimmy") but not her lambs- they had more imortanat things to do.  Elsewhere in the barns, hundreds of cows were totally disinterested.

Ahead of us was Farleton Knott.....

...... and off to our right, the Lakeland fells.

Hollins had some interesting properties, not least the rather fine Lane House.

It was getting rather warm by now and I was seriously over dressed, hence the fleece through the arms of my gilet wrapped round my waist.

Once again we had to brave the traffic to cross the A65, this time to go down an ancient cart track that couldn't quite make up its mind whether or not it was a stream.

Reaching tarmac, we turn east for Nook Bridge with its remarkably low arch.

Then it was south-west along Nook Lane until we reached Kiln Hall and the canal.  

Farleton Beck was in full flow where it passed under the canal.

Nearby was a bench where it would have been good to stop and have our coffee apart from two things.  Firstly, the temperature had dropped markedly and it was quite chilly.  Secondly I had left the rucksac in the car.  Idiot.

The swan told the ducks that he agreed.    

Saying farewell to Farleton Knott, .....

..... at the bridge under the A65 we climbed the steps and had to take our lives in our hands once more- there is no footpath and cars were whizzing by.

Fortunately we made it safely to the car and even more fortunately my rucksac was in the car and not at home.  This meant we could drive to Sandside and have our picnic by the side of the estuary enjoying the early evening sunshine in the warmth of the car.

Don, Friday 4th March 2022

Bonus picture for Margaret:

3.6 miles     263 feet

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