...nothing but footprints

As well as a truly spectacular coastline, Pembrokeshire also boasts an abundance of prehistoric sites including the hillside from which the bluestones of Stonehenge were hewn - the Preselis. Quite how the inner ring of Stonehenge's bluestones were transported the 180 miles from the summit of the Preseli Hills to Salisbury Plain in Wiltshire remains a mystery.   There are 80 stones in total, each weighing approximately five tons, giving rise to debate as to whether people or glacial action moved them.     I tend to favour the theory that their movement was the deliberate work of a group of people in view of the significant number of early prehistoric sites that have been discovered in the area surrounding Carn Menyn, the main source of bluestones. Our holiday cottage had an uninterrupted view across to the distant Preseli Hills and a walk among the bluestones was at the top of my holiday itinerary.   Normally I would look at the weather forecast for the week and pick the best po

I'm not normally blessed with good weather when I go on holiday.   The usual pattern seems to be that I set off, full of expectation for beautiful scenery and blue skies, only to spend the majority of the week under a blanket of grey with hardly a flicker of sunlight.   It's not that bad weather bothers me too much.   It is, after all, the only part of a holiday that can't be arranged.   It becomes significant though if, like me, you're hoping to get some good photos. This year turned out to be the exception as we set off for our holiday in Pembrokeshire (South West Wales)   in the middle of   a heat wave.   In fact (and I hate to say this) at times it was almost too hot and sunny. The county of Pembrokeshire is home to the only coastal National Park in the UK.   Some 186 miles of dramatic coastal scenery have been incorporated into the Pembrokeshire Coastal Path, a National Trail which can be enjoyed in short sections or as a complete long distance hike.   Our

One of the results of my renewed interest in long walks and hill climbs has been that I've needed to invest in some new gear.   When I started out earlier this year all I had was a very old pair of walking boots and a "waterproof/breathable" coat which I quickly discovered was neither waterproof nor particularly breathable.   My earlier walks were undertaken in jeans and cotton t-shirts, which any serious walker will tell you are highly inappropriate items of clothing.   So, as the year has progressed and my walks have increased, I've had to invest in several items of kit.   First on my list was a new pair of boots.   I'd had my old boots for nearly 25 years and they had been wonderful.   I worked out that I must have walked hundreds of miles in them but even so there was very little sign of wear to the soles and they still had their original laces.   It was the insides that were wearing out, to the extent that they had begun to rub and after one of my moorland

I really love the North York Moors.   And I love steam trains too.   So it's no surprise that my favourite walks often combine the two with a route planned to take in a section of the NorthYork Moors Railway . From the pretty town of Pickering the North York Moors Railway winds its way through some of the loveliest scenery in Yorkshire, visiting the popular villages of Goathland and Grosmont before joining the Esk Valley Railway which continues to the seaside town of Whitby. Until the early 19th century the port of Whitby was only really accessible by sea.   In fact, there had been no proper road links to the town until the opening of the turnpike in 1759 and even after this date journeys across the high moorland were perilous.   In 1832, after consultation with the "Father of Railways", George Stephenson,   it was decided to build a railway to Whitby from Pickering.   In 1833 the Whitby and Pickering Railway Bill received royal assent and the first section of t

When choosing a route for a walk I usually take into account potential photographic opportunities and, more often than not, likely looking places for refreshment breaks.   My "refreshment break" of choice would usually   be a local ale and a tasty pub meal, but on this occasion I wanted to sample the treats on offer in the garden of a moorland farmhouse in the picturesque valley of Rosedale.   The route I planned was a nine mile circuit, starting and ending at the village of Rosedale Abbey and following the line of the old Rosedale Railway before dropping down to the farmhouse tea garden and then continuing back along the valley bottom. The Rosedale valley is green and fertile, nestling between the higher moorland of Blakey Ridge and Spaunton Moor.   Today it is home to a few quiet farms and many of the houses along the valley are now second homes and holiday cottages.   It's a tranquil place, but a century ago things were very different indeed.     In 1853 magn

My next walking excursion after my ascent of Roseberry Topping was in April, when we visited Hadrian's Wall, but as I've blogged about this already I'm now jumping forward to June 2013 and a delightful walk on the North York Moors. We started this walk from the Hole of Horcum (the 'r' in Horcum is silent by the way), which is part of Newtondale in the North York Moors National Park.  Leaving from the roadside car park on the main road midway between Pickering and Whitby (the starting point for several moorland walks of varying distances), we completed an eight mile circular route, part of which overlooked a particularly spectacular section of the North York Moors Railway.  My intention was for us to have a picnic lunch at Skelton's Tower, the ruins of a two-storey tower which was built in 1850 as a shooting lodge by a former vicar of Levisham, the Reverend Robert Skelton. Some say that he wrote his sermons in the lodge but it is also rumoured that he escaped h

My rediscovery of the joy of country walking began in earnest with a visit to Roseberry Topping , in the Cleveland Hills, on the very edge of the North York Moors National Park.  At 1,049 feet (320m) it isn't a mountain (a mountain in the UK is over 2,000 feet), but nevertheless it presented something of a challenge to someone like me who has always found walking up an incline something of a struggle.  I therefore decided to test myself.  If I could make it to the top and survive then perhaps it was time to think about tackling bigger hills and, eventually, even a mountain. Spring seemed to start very late this year and the cold weather lasted well into May.  The day we drove out to the village of Great Ayton to start the short walk up Roseberry Topping saw glorious blue skies and sunshine, giving a false sense that Spring may finally have arrived.  We weren't the only ones lured out by the sunshine.  A steady stream of people were making their way up the lane and all along