Burbage
Monday, April 03, 2017
The last in my series from the Peak District... well, probably. On a Saturday afternoon back in March we drove the windy little roads to Upper Burbage for our planned circular walk. The weather was on the drearier side of iffy, with rain in the air at best and driving rain on the wind at worst. My heart sank as we pulled up in the (free) car park as I spied bovine silhouettes. COWS ON THE PATH!!!!! Oh the injustice of it. We consulted the book and our paths were the higher routes as opposed to the lower one that the cows were on but even so, there was essentially one enormous field for the cows to roam.
I plumped for going on the walk a planned. The quantity of people not being trampled to death by the herd somehow convinced me that we too may escape certain death, though I opted to walk the planned route in reverse to get the cow infested area done with asafp.
Without adding too much drama, there are a few points to make.
I plumped for going on the walk a planned. The quantity of people not being trampled to death by the herd somehow convinced me that we too may escape certain death, though I opted to walk the planned route in reverse to get the cow infested area done with asafp.
Without adding too much drama, there are a few points to make.
- The undergrowth was sopping wet which quickly made boots and trousers wet too.
- The muddy upper path was definitely the hardened walkers route as opposed to the easy surfaced path below.
- Cows move, sometimes as a HECK of a pace if they think their farmer buddy has brought din-dins.
- If cows are on the move, so am I. Often to the detriment of our circular walk... More of a u-turn at halfway...
- Never try to dry saturated boots in front of an open fire as they will shrink/melt
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