This month saw our little group in the depths of the Ribble Valley, at Whitewell. During the walk, it was suggested that I take care when writing up this report. “Remember who owns this lot”.
Starting from the church, we headed in an easterly direction, first climbing a steep banking, the hardest part of the walk. From the top, the valley was laid out below us and what a splendid sight it was on a warm and clear day. Then it was gently downhill, crossing a minor road and entering the next field over a stile. Once in the field, we were met by about a dozen bullocks galloping towards us and stopping worryingly close. What followed could have been a scene from Rawhide as your scribe drove the beasts across the field and out of our way. One of our lady walkers said that I was her hero, for which she was rewarded with the leadership of the next walk. (more…)