17th July 2011: A ride over Cocklaw Fell.
The cake photo at Wilf’s Cafe in Staveley.
Norman stops to look at the view, as we head up bridleway to Green Quarter Fell.
A view of one steams crossing over the track.
A view of a Thistle at side of the track.
Following the bridleway down Green Quarter Fell and heading towards Cocklaw Fell, with view Skeggles Water in the background.
There quite a lot of Common Spotted Orchids at side of the bridleway as we headed up Cocklaw Fell.
The view heading down into Longsleddale.
Close up of some rocks as we cross over one fords as we headed down to Longsleddale.
Foxglove at side of the track.
A lunch time view looking towards Sadgill.
A view of River Sprint from Garnett Bridge.
The cake photo at Wedge Hall Tearoom & Cakery.
A view of Wedge Hall Tearoom & Cakery.
A flower at side of the track on Ashes Lane.
Himalayan Balsam at side track on Ashes Lane.
Ride report by Norman Butler
I felt the intensity of the rain justified my decision to make a cup of tea and return
to bed to read my book! However, after considering that the book was “The Man Who
Cycled the Americas” and that Mark Beaumont would not have let a bit of precipitation
prevent another day in the saddle, I quickly made a packed lunch, loaded the car
and set off for Staveley. Realising that time was on my side I parked up in Levens
to ride the nine miles to Wilfs Cafe. The rain had actually stopped when I left
the car but before long I had to stop to don waterproof leggings and overshoes. Just
outside Staveley I spotted the infamous yellow cape of Simeon making its way (with
Simeon inside it I presumed) to the end of Ashes Lane and we rode the last mile to
Wilfs Cafe together. Tea, coffee and cakes consumed and with no more RSF riders
we headed north. As we approached Kentmere we branched right onto Lowfield Lane
and then right again onto the bridlepath that would take us over Green Quarter Fell
into the neighbouring valley of Longsleddale. It was a tough push up most of the
way with only a few stretches of rideable terrain. Even these were precarious as
there were plenty of slippery wet rocks and water filled dips that were just the
size of a front wheel. The rain fell steadily all of the time and trying to avoid
wet feet was a fruitless task. Descending over Cocklaw Fell you couldn’t fail to
be impressed with the view of Longsleddale even with the low cloud. We decided to
take the bridlepath through Sadgill Wood to bring us to the road at Sadgill. At
this point the rain had stopped so lunch was taken on a bench overlooking the bridge
and the start of the by-