Last weekend I was out with Crosby Rambling Club when we visited Kirkby Lonsdale. We started our walk from Devil’s Bridge which on most weekends is crowded with motorcyclists. But today it was quiet, perhaps due to the weather forecast.
Starting from the bridge we headed north passing through a campsite and the estate at Underley Grange to reach Barbon Beck.
The going was fairly easy but with the fine drizzle the views were non existent.
We passed a fallen tree and if you stopped to stare you could make out faces in the trunk.
We followed Barbon Beck heading east to reach the village of Barbon where we stopped for lunch by the village hall. Being able to sit at a bench and table was a rare luxury even though we were in the rain.
A chance for a group photo.
After lunch we headed south along tracks and paths towards the hamlet of Casterton. Conditions underfoot were were slippery and one of our group fell. Of course it had to be me. I fell headlong and as I lay there I was surrounded by women fussing over me. It was so embarrassing. I was OK to carry on but I had jarred my back which slowed me down a bit.
We still had two miles to go and someone kindly offered to carry my rucksack. Although it was flat there were lots of stiles including some very awkward ladder stiles.
Eventually we got back to Devil’s Bridge having walked 9 miles although it seemed like much more.
Local legend tells a story about the bridge
Devil’s bridge, which spans the River Lune was built by the Devil for an old woman who was having difficulty getting her cattle across the river. The devil agreed to build a bridge in exchange for the soul of the first person to cross it. But, the old woman threw a bun for her dog to chase across the bridge so the devil never got the human soul he was hoping for.
We decided to risk it and walked the extra quarter of a mile into the centre of Kirkby Lonsdale where I enjoyed a superb pint of Timothy Taylor Landlord Bitter in the Snooty Fox pub.
It had been an interesting day out although the rain and mist had limited the views.
During the journey home along the M6 by back began to stiffen up and I was glad to get home. I was forced to have a couple of glasses of red wine with my meal. Purely for medicinal purposes !