Burnsall to Appletreewick via The Dales Way

A day out with Sal in the Dales took us to Burnsall again. It was springtime and the sheep were lambing so all we could hear was the call of the lambs to their mothers. A few stupid tourists (who were old enough to know better) were trying to get close up photos of the newly born lambs. I can only assume that they weren't aware of the consequences of a lamb running from its mother and then being rejected by her.

We took The Dales way eastwards along the banks of the River Wharfe to Appletreewick. What a lovely walk it is. You are never very far away from the riverbank until you get to the caravan site and then you have to cut up to the road for the last couple of hundred yards. We took our time and also took loads of photographs on the way.

No visit to Appletreewick is complete without a visit to The Craven Arms which is my favourite Dales pub. We had lunch there, both of us having Panini and we shared a portion of chips. The ale was excellent as expected and Sal's cider refreshing.

Fully fed and watered, we set of back the way we had come and reflected on a lovely afternoon out in one of Yorkshire's finest Dales.

Tarn Hows

I've lost count of the number of times I've been to Tarn Hows but I never tire of the place. I went with friends Chris, Dave and Iain from the caravan site. Iain bless him had never been before even though he is more or less permanent living in the Lakes these days. Armed with his Samsung Galaxy he started snapping away. We walked to the head of the tarn, had our lunch and then set on the path up on to Black Fell or Black Crag as it is sometimes known. We were privileged to spot a deer, which surprised me as this is a fairly popular path.

The view across to Bowfell, The Langdale Pikes and Scafell from the top is quite spectacular and there's a beautiful view east to Windermere and south to Coniston and it's fells. By this time though, much to his horror, Iain's phone battery had died but I stepped in to take the customary summit shots for him. A little sit down on the fell side and then it was back to Tarn Hows and the car.

We finished a great day off with a pint in The Drunken Duck at Barnsgate.