Well it was meant to be him but instead it was her. Was it really the first time the leader had
declared they had no idea where they were going??
Anyway we set off across the Moor, cutting off the corner of
a road walk, and down behind Whiteworks and the fascinating mine workings and
along the leat. We passed a lone new
lamb with no Mum is sight, not sure if it was just sunning itself.
Out along the path and over the stream …. Yes, a water crossing, definitely showing
it was not her walk! Beautiful clear day
with stunning views and clouds all across the Moor interspersed with some
welcome bursts of sunshine. Stopped for
a cuppa by the wall at the crossroads, to get some shelter and sun. A quick phone call made to Karla to report
the lonesome lamb, once we sorted out a grid reference.
On up the end of the Conchies Way to the Crock of Gold –
which is easy to find when you know where it is. Then off piste across Royal Hill – thank
goodness it was been dry recently. Then
down and up to meet up with the leat and round past the locked chapel, causing
much annoyance to one of the group. Back
to the cars and on to Prince of Wales, for some, for lunch that seemed to
include mushrooms for all (no baguettes though, sadly).
Later good news – the farmer went out to find the lamb and
managed to reunite it with its mother and twin.
Jane