Where Goshawks Dare

Where Goshawks Dare

The Line up: Myself, Harold, Dave S &Rebecca
Start Point: Beacon Fell Country Park

From the car park we headed in a northerly direction, and within less than a mile we encountered our first bog at Heathcray. Little did I know then it was to be the first of so many. With wet feet still heading North the route took us to the foot of Hazlehurst Fell then up towards Fiendsdale Head The first stop of the day was taken just before the top where the topic of the day was cameras in orifices… nice. As we reached Fiendsdale Head I had to make a decision on the route, there were 3 options, 2 of which took us to the river which I had crossed on a recky and ended up getting soaked as there was no way across. The 3rd option was not an ideal solution as we would be bog trotting from Fiendsdale Head over to Totridge (me and Harold had done a similar route the week before and I guaranteed Harold that it wasn’t the route, just simply a short cut for getting back to our car, and there was no way on the day we would be using this … sorry, Harold I lied). To say it was muddy would be an understatement and my white shorts soon become blackened much to amusement of the others. After walking for about an hour we came across a muddy part that couldn’t be walked around so we took a decision to inch our way across using the fence. I went last and got half way over only to drop the map right in the middle of the bog meaning I would have to retrieve it or be lost so I put my foot on the bog and it held how we laughed at us struggling to get over ,when we could of just walked. Strangely the fence we were following was cut periodically which led to all sorts of idle conjecture to as why ?.
Eventually after yet deeper mud we reached the trig at Totridge. We then set off down to meet up with the original route which I would recognize by a red bin, unfortunately the mist was down and there was no bin to be seen. Luckily the mist lifted and the bin appeared we then had dinner. The next stage was to make our way round to the foot of Parlick where our afternoon stop would be taken. We deliberated on whether we had enough time to summit it and was it worth the effort just to basically go up to come straight back down Dave disappointingly lol said it was a great idea and proceeded to climb straight to the top followed by the rest of us, not to be outdone Harold insisted we go straight down the other side quoting “we don’t need paths” so we descended by the steepest route possible. The adventure didn’t stop there as I managed to get us lost in a farmyard & we ended up scaling a 6ft locked gate We headed back towards Beacon Fell via the first bog at Heathcray.
Stats
25miles
9hrs
More fun than you can shake a stick at

Thanks for turning out |Harold ,Dave & Rebecca
Ps
Rebecca the fish you caught was brill

To finish the day off me and Harold went for a pint of Hen Harrier in the Inn at Whitewell