Sue and Martin in Mallorca 2019

Sue and Martin in Mallorca 2019
On the Archduke's Path in Mallorca

Wednesday, 3 March 2021

TGO Challenge - Wild Camps (No 53: 13 May 2014)



After a splendid day on which I walked from Annat to Lochan na h-Earba via the snowy heights of Creag Meagaidh, I finished up beside the lochan at NN 463 812. A delightful spot on comfy flat turf in good weather, but if it's windy... move on!

The next picture looks towards Allt Coire Pitridh. When I visited this spot more recently in 2019, the whole area was full of film crews and actors. The Crown was being filmed here.



I was enticed by the view towards Binnein Shuas (746 metres), but not by the 400 metres of ascent to get there!


A pan of gruel kept me going, and luckily the ridiculously fragile 'spork' survived another day. They need to be wrapped in cotton wool!


Next morning the lochan was mirror calm. Loads more photos were taken.



That's it for today. The next few postings may be a bit 'random' - I've just roughly tallied the number of 'unprocessed' picture folders on the hard drive - there are at least 600, so plenty to go at, and then there are the thousands of old slides to be scanned...

Tuesday, 2 March 2021

Lockdown 2021, and it soon gets to March...



Well, we are into March and the floods of late January are almost a distant memory. We are still locked down, hence the absence of any particular outings on these pages, though when I go out and have to spend five minutes waiting to cross the A56, I do have a feeling that the current Lockdown is 'optional'.

So this is just a brief 'catch-up', documenting some comings and goings in February, much in the same way as Gayle has related hers in her blog.

The floods have continued to occupy some of the pathways in Wythenshawe Park. It took ages for this one to subside.


Across the road from us, some roofers busied themselves, but some of our carpets, bought last September, have still not been fitted, as carpet fitter Phil is in strict obeyance of lockdown rules.


On 1 February I enjoyed a stroll through the Carrington Estate, then past St Martin's in Ashton upon Mersey, and back home along the canal from Dane Road.




Then nothing much happened until 6 February, when Sue, rather belatedly, constructed a delicious 'Autumn Fruit Pie.


And my daughter suggested a birthday present...


All this time, I've been doing a (not)parkrun - 5km running or walking - every day since last summer. I'm up to number 252, compared with my actual parkrun tally that has been stuck on 246 for nearly a year. We still meet up with a group of parkrunners every Saturday morning, on Zoom. My jog on 9 February was on a crisp layer of 'flurry'.


Selwa and Amro kindly donated a massive TV for our kitchen, making our little 19" JVC TV redundant. It's a good TV, and works fine. Anybody want it?


On 11 February I enjoyed a circuit through de Quincey Park, along to Altrincham recycling centre, and then turning down the disused (but not removed) railway line that used to link Timperley with Glazebrook. The line goes under a new bridge near Waitrose, our local supermarket.



You have to leave the railway line before it reaches the A56, as the route has recently been fenced off there, but Lindsell Road and Hartington Road lead easily to the Bridgewater Canal, next to which this pleasant pond is a haven for wildlife.


12 February brought a wonderful sunrise, one of a number in recent weeks.


On 14 February, on a day of hard frost, we strolled along the towpath next to the frozen canal as far as the Trans Pennine Trail in Stretford. 


The TPT crosses the M60 motorway, and here at 2:30 in the afternoon there was evidence of Lockdown.


Beside the section of path near the River Mersey, someone has been busy constructing shelters.


Spring is nigh...


On 17 February I strolled along the towpath to Dunham Massey. Beyond the Bay Malton, the powers that be really do need to sort out this section of towpath to Lymm, or the idea of the 'Bridgewater Way' being a lovely route to be shared by cyclists and walkers will continue to be discredited.


I bumped into a few folk with a frightened dog (Rocko) and a frisby. It was great to see them for only the third time in a year. What a coincidence!


21 February found me on another circular walk. These horses near the recycling centre usually come to say hello.


The disused railway (the same as the one pictured earlier, the track is hidden to the left) leads to Waitrose, and the newish Stamford Brook Estate built on National Trust land.


There's a wilderness area where the housing estate ends, where today the desiccated heads of teasel flowers were nodding in the breeze.


By 22 February it was (mostly) warm enough to enjoy morning coffee and afternoon tea in the garden.


And by 23 February the crocuses sprang to attention as I jogged past on my 5 km of exercise.


24 February was a very dull day, but as it was Sue's birthday we enjoyed a 18 km stroll by the canal, and back along the TPT through the Carrington Estate, where Sue is pictured.


25 February - the small de Quincey Park throws up enticing images nearly every day I go through it.


And on 26 February, the same could be said for the Bridgewater Canal towpath in Sale.


27 February, and again I was unable to pass through de Quincey Park without flashing my camera. I was particularly pleased with the second of these images.



Closer to home (just around the corner) the crocuses in this part of Newton Park were mainly white and not quite as colourful, though the park, with its wide open space  and children's playgrounds, was heaving with people playing and picnicking with little apparent regard for Lockdown.


Yesterday, 1 March, saw me unable to resist going for my longest bike ride, about 30 miles, since last August. The bike (Stumpy) had its first outing since last October, and needed a good hose down afterwards. I went on the 'Moore Lane' circuit, via Heatley and Grappenhall.



The route crosses the Bridgewater Canal at Moore, where I stopped for a half-way rest, flask of tea, and banana - in that order. Here are the views both ways from the bridge. There's an annoying 'No Cycling' sign that others were ignoring. This is part of the Bridgewater Way, mentioned above, which should be a shared path.



Finally, I noticed, a few weeks ago, a group of people planting trees in the meadows by Hartington Road between the A56 and the canal, near home. This is what the area looks like today. Can you spot the trees? What will happen in the future?


Monday, 1 March 2021

TGO Challenge - Wild Camps (No 52: 12 May 2014)



After a night at the Gairlochy campsite (midgy), I enjoyed a solitary day on which my only encounter was with Sam Hackett, who chatted from his tent at Turret Bridge in a break from the rain.

I continued a little further to Annat (NN 357 917), where there's an excellent secluded spot with plenty of room for tents.

The constant chattering of the stream had me thinking lots of people were walking past, but the only arrival, camping about 100 metres away from me, was Stefan Laetzel, who had set off from Spean Bridge at 5 pm, and arrived here at midnight. He wandered across for a chat, in his undies.


I soon got going, and passed Stefan, pausing to chat for a while as he consumed a breakfast that I could only dream of!



Looking back, as I ascended the Burn of Agie, Stefan's little red tent soon became a Dot in the Landscape.


Sunday, 28 February 2021

Sunday 2 February 2003 - Martin's Birthday Walk to the Glyders


Sunday 2 February 2003 - Martin's Birthday Walk to the Glyders* 

Sue and I picked up Richard and Jenny on a blustery but sunny morning - 8 am in Sale. An easy drive got us to Llyn Ogwen by 9:45. Andrew was already there. Plenty of room in the car park (£1). 

We were soon (after tea from the kiosk) off up Y Garn, which got a bit slippery and windy towards the summit. Others had put their crampons on - we didn't bother. Intermittent views, though Tryfan was clear all day. 

Now down to Llyn y Cwn. On the way Sue delved into her sack and released a plastic box full of chocolate caramel shortbread. It slithered quite a long way down the slope before being stopped and eaten.

An early lunch was taken at Llyn y Cwn - possibly the least pleasant picnic for some time - impossible to get out of the wind. I donned crampons. [Old foot crampons were best today, and comfy old boots.] Scavenging seagulls (herring gulls) pestered us for scraps of lunch. 

On up Glyder Fawr, but so windy there was no incentive to find the summit in low visibility and soft snow (we passed to the north of the 1001 metre summit). Carrying on, it was easy at first - soft snow and a following wind, then, approaching Bwlch y Ddwy-Glyder we hit a patch of ice and strong wind that took about 30 minutes to escape from. It was a memorable experience - one step (or crawl) forward and two back. Various techniques were deployed to try to break out of the grip of this windy ice-trap. Meanwhile, Andrew had donned crampons then tripped over them and distributed bits of his GPS unit all over the snow! Sue put her crampons on after this wind trap incident. 

We decided to turn back here, as I knew it would be relatively easy to retrace our steps and descend by Devil's Kitchen. Another group expressed concern and said it was calm further on, but that was uncertain so we went back. [I had also had my compass blown away (and recovered) during the incident, so I must sort out kit better for the next trip - the problem here was extreme weather in which no adjustments could be easily made.] Anyway, everyone was warm and Richard and Jenny stabilized themselves by locking arms and walking together, so the return to Llyn y Cwn was without incident. 

Returning to Llyn y Cwn


A pleasant walk down from there brought us back to Llyn Ogwen at 4:30, after a good day's walk and with vivid memories of being blown over repeatedly and then working out various different techniques to escape from the problem:

-          run for it in a slight lull (good momentum needed, and crampons) - me

-          crawl backwards using crampon spikes as a forward brace - Andrew

-          scrabble and crawl amongst an array of flailing limbs slithering to and fro - Sue, Jenny and Richard 

On the descent in Devil's Kitchen


Ice in Devil's Kitchen

Drove down to Capel Curig, where a cafe on the left towards Betws-y-Coed served excellent pint mugs of tea. Andrew then went home and the rest of us headed for an Indian restaurant near Richard and Jenny's house in Sale. A nice meal, but the restaurant (and others) was being terrorised by two teenage girls. The Indian waiters were very restrained and we solved the problem by persuading them to lock us in. 

Sue's knees got very bruised!

Here's our route - 10 km with 1150 metres ascent:


* This posting, and others to come, arises from my efforts to catalogue a few images taken with our first Olympus digital camera. Old film or slide cameras may also have been used, but the results from those aren't currently to hand. It's amazing what you get around to doing under Lockdown - these images have been languishing in a sort of no man's land on the hard drives of a succession of computers for 18 years!