Tuesday 5 April 2016. Having spent Saturday and Sunday at the Ramblers General Council meeting in York and transferring yesterday to Grassington, it was good to get out for a walk today. Jacqui joined me for what we had planned to be a walk up to Buckden Pike (2,303ft) but the weather gods weren’t in a good mood. The forecast was for a steadily improving day but by late morning there were still a few spots of rain and the cloud base was fairly low, making the climb of Buckden Pike a bit of a pointless exercise.
Instead, we drove into Grassington and then went for a coffee to pass some time while the weather improved. The alternative route was one that I’d done most of before but it was enjoyable nonetheless. We made our way across fields and via Grass Wood on our way to the small village of Conistone where we stopped for a brief lunch break. Some of this time was spent chatting to a couple who were staying on the same caravan site as me. Until now, much of the walk had been “undulating” but soon after lunch we had a short sharp climb of 450ft up a dry river bed named Conistone Dib. I’ve added a picture of Jacqui making her way up through this ravine which has similarities to Trow Gill on the way up Ingleborough or Gordale Scar, both of which have been formed by water erosion on the underlying soft limestone.
At the top of the Dib, we could have followed the route of the Dales Way back to Grassington but this was too short so we took a planned diversion up to Bare House, a deserted farm house. When I was there last spring the snow had drifted so deeply against a gate that it wouldn’t open and I had to climb over. No such problems today and by now the sun had begun to shine. We were at the highest point of the walk (1,280ft) and we had a gentle downhill stroll back to Grassington interspersed with many wall stile crossings. Having completed a tour of Grassington village it was time for a post-walk cup of tea.
The main car park, just outside Grassington, is only a quarter of a mile from Linton Falls so it seemed a shame not to make a visit to see the waters of the River Wharfe rushing over the weir and nearby rocks. In total, the two walk were about 8 miles with a combined ascent of 1,400ft. The weather forecast for the rest of my time in Grassington isn’t very promising so I may not be doing too much walking for the rest of this week. I’ll have a drive into Skipton tomorrow for more provisions and will probably recommence walking next Tuesday when I meet up with Linda at Staveley in the South Lakes.