At the weekend we walked through Hardcastle Craggs and followed the river all the way to Blake Dean. Gibson Mill was as busy as a bank holiday but the lower path beyond the mill was another world. It was a bit like going under water as we dipped out of the bright sun and into this peaceful blue/green world.
The bluebells were still going strong and they were dotted with stitchworts.Their little white flowers were like a constellation of stars.
They became my subject for the day. There were so many that we didn't get anywhere very fast as I had to say hello to every one but we weren't in any kind of hurry.
It's lovely when Ffion comes for a walk with her camera becase she takes good people photo's and she has sent me them to use in this blog post.
Here we all are a walkin'
and a talkin'.
And looking. I think we were listening to the chirps of some hungry baby birds in a dead tree trunk.
Yes someone put wild garlic on my head. I wondered why they were all sniggering to themselves.
The wild garlic was still in its prime.
The ferns were unfurling.
The wood sorrel was looking delicate and beautiful.
The stream at Blake Dean was a welcome sight to rest our tired feet.
It was nice to dangle them in the cool water.
It was the first outing for Ffions new shirt which she made herself! It's so lovely.
It was an altogether stunning day. I think it's about eight miles there and back so it's quite a long one but it was so gorgeous every step of the way!
Thanks Ffion for letting me use your photos x
Just gorgeous! Thanks so much for sharing your walk with these beautiful photos – an appetiser for our week in Yorkshire next month, can’t wait! Happy Friday to you xMegan Pinnell