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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It was around eleven when we had parked to step out on our walk to Cauldron Snout, At first it was hard to find the waymarks weren't easy to spot as we looked about, until we picked up with the Pennine Way. Watching us from Widdybank farm as we strode the well-trodden right of way were belted Galloway, would they cause harm? Below Cronkley Crag the upper Tees chattered, keeping us company as we progressed along Holmwath without any hazard. Having looked at the map we had guessed the gradient would only be gentle and not take more hours than just a couple. But ahead a challenge looked monumental testing whether our joints were supple. Strewn below Falcon Clints was boulder upon boulder, sculptured by the weather. Our aging limbs soon felt even older, balancing in this clambering endeavour. We paused by an angler with rod and line; having just caught a trout he was cheerful. We let two men pass who'd come up behind, then onward we struggled ever so careful, reassuring ourselves that Cauldron Snout would be round the next bend – bend after bend, boulder on boulder – destiny in doubt. Beauty was there to which we could attend: harebells and scabious, cinquefoil and heather, mountain pansies among many a bloom; a duck and a dipper, and what was that feather? Distractions delighting though none with perfume. Eventually the Snout came into view; an impressive cascade tumbling from high, all the noisier the nearer we drew. After more than three hours the time was nigh to stop for sandwiches and fruit with a drink, to rest weary limbs and blistering feet. Pondering our return we began to think tackling more boulders would be a risky feat. Perusing the map we reckoned the road from the dam though longer seemed safer. The steep rocky ascent was quite exposed. Refreshed for the climb we coped with its labour By the reservoir with water level low we trudged upon tarmac enjoying the view across to Cross Fell. With five miles to go on a gentle descent a niggling grew of threatening cramp in each of my thighs. With fluids all drunk thirst was increasing so with much relief we saw with our eyes the Langdon Beck Hotel seemed to us pleasing.
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