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Tag Archives: The Howgill Fells
Haunts of Ancient Peace
Walking on the wind in the Howgill fells . . . Continue reading
Posted in Archaeology, Bronze Age, Climbing, Cup and ring carvings, Environment, Hiking, Mountains, Walking
Tagged The Howgill Fells
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The Howgills – and the Sound of the Wind
SOMETIMES it’s enough just to walk, to place one foot in front of another and allow the miles to slip by. What’s that old Irish saying . . . ?
Posted in Bronze Age, Climbing, Cup and ring carvings, Environment, Hiking, History, Mountains, Railway goods wagons, Railways, Walking
Tagged Lake District, outdoors, The Howgill Fells, The Lakes, The Pennines
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Spanish Eyes (Wild Boar Fell)
IN THE heat of a Spanish night, while a full moon hangs over Sierra Luja, a car speeds along a winding mountain road towards the lights of Orgiva and its dusty valley. Crickets sing in the darkness. Tyres growl on … Continue reading
The Forty-Second Fox (Baugh Fell, Swarth Fell and . . . )
It were early one morning when I rose from me bed I’ve heard hark, hark away me boys so clearly And so I drew me a little nearer, for to see who was there That were going out fox hunting … Continue reading
On White Horses (The Howgills Revisited)
WIND blasting across the Pennines as dawn turns the sky to a greasy grey smudge. The A66 is closed to high-sided vehicles – but that doesn’t stop the mad sods peeling off the A1 at Scotch Corner and charging up … Continue reading
The Howgill Fells (Accentuating the Positive)
THE most interesting thing about the Howgill Fells is that there is nothing interesting about them. I don’t mean this in disparaging way; more in a mathematical way. Two negatives make a positive. So, as Bing Crosby might have put … Continue reading


















