Eamont

After catching up with my sister and relieved my niece in Switzerland is better and out of a brief hospital visit following severe headaches which seem to have been caused by a virus, I set off on 2 exploratory cycle rides.
The first was to see what it was like to try to get a pint of milk from the petrol station in the next village (which involves a rather scary crossing of the A66).
The second was to investigate in the other direction which was a bit scary for other reasons. I headed down a track, which although a public path, had the feeling of being little used (it’s a dead end with the river, seen here, at the end of it). I passed a dodgy looking ramshackle house, a sign saying ‘Private, keep out, beware mines’ (!?!) and then a dead sheep and three dead lambs, and to top it all, an aggressive swan seeing off geese on the river. I wandered along to try to work out how the ford to Edenhall might have worked but it seemed like an impossibly wide and deep stretch of river. My imagination started to get the better of me with every deep dark woodland horror film lurking behind every tree and I legged it and headed home (not before scooping up some wild garlic, Jack by the hedge and nettles!). I did see my first orange tip of the year though.