A path that goes somewhere

A few weeks ago, I blogged about the importance of walking paths which come to a sudden halt, suggesting that there is always something to see along the way. There is no such thing as a path that goes nowhere. All paths go somewhere, even if you have to come back the way you went.

The Charm of Birds: Grey of Fallodon

I find that there is something rather sad about the fact that May is slipping away for another year. It is, I think, my favourite month. I relish the fresh green of the countryside, the sweep of bluebells under the trees and across open hillsides. The beech tree does two great bouts of magnificence in

Walking with the Victorians to Easedale

The best short walk from Grasmere, and one which no tourist ought to neglect, is that to Easedale Tarn, situated in a wild and secluded mountain recess, 2 and a half miles from Grasmere. So runs the description in my copy of Jenkinson’s Practical Guide to the English Lake District, published by Stanford in 1872.

Jay’s Grave – Burial at the Crossroads

Kitty Jay was buried at the crossroads because, legend tells us, she was a suicide. Her little grave is a much-visited place on Dartmoor, marking the crossroad of two highways – one a present-day modern road, the other a green track leading from the Widecombe valley towards the high ground around Manaton. Four Cross Lane,

Walking the Dartmoor Borders

A shorter walk on the Dartmoor borderlands, revisiting some of the first areas I got to know some fifty years ago. I give the route below, for it is a pleasant ramble – good for an evening walk. The walk starts from the village of Manaton, once the home of the novelist and playwright John Galsworthy,