Aug 18 and 19 Ulverston+Coniston

Actually, some of these photos belong to yesterday's circular tour of Ulverston, but weak internet and weird photo-loading issues made putting things together  correctly very annoying, so just take a 24 hour journey back in time, and, oh, never mind, does it really matter?

A view
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Go through the falling down gate:

Letter box built into a wall, but, unlike Flat Stanley, do not have to go into letter box:

Chink in a hedge. Do not have to go through that, either, but it did make me think of Bottom, who, granted, did not actually go through any chinks, but the word so belongs to him and to Pyramus and Thisbe and all that:




A narrow aperture. Do have to squeeze through that:




Sir John Barrow—founding member of the  Royal Geographical Society—monument on Hoad Hill in Ulverston.  Very famous.  Not a lighthouse, but built to resemble one, as opposed to that other tower that looked sort of like a lighthouse sort of like a windmill and sort of like dovecote.  Anyway, this one is way bigger and it is really windy up there on that hill:

First view of Lake Coniston:

Mini cairns, built at low tide, no doubt!

Sheep that look like Dalmations:

See, there are lots of them!

Sad story of today. For the first time ever on any walk, I turned back.  Reason: the path was flooded  out.  Now, had it not been raining, and had I not made arrangements with a taxi to pick me up at a particular time in a particular place to bring me back here—for such is the B and B arrangement—and were I able to get a phone connection to let taxi lady know at some point that I might be delayed, but, alas, there was way of getting in touch with her en route due to there being "no service," I might have had the sense to think about whether I could find an alternate route to hook up with the path further on.  But I did not think of that at the time, AND even if I had, I would have worried that the extra time needed to do that might delay me for the rendez-vous.

So I sadly came back to town and headed up the Old Man of Coniston, which is actually a dandy climb, but about 2/3 up, barrenness and the rock structure and the wind and the rain and the cold, and the fact that not another soul was there just gave me a bad feeling, so I abandoned that effort, too.  Came back to town and bought a double scoop of ice cream.

But here is what the river looked like on the way up:

There was a little museum across the street.  I did like this boar best of all the exhibits: