The splendid isolation of
Ninebanks proved too tempting today, so we headed out straight from the hostel
to the surrounding moors.
Up a slippery stream lay a
land of peace, the bleeping of lapwings giving way to the gentle trickle of
water running down from the oddly-named Mohope Moor.
 |
| Photo of Ninebanks hostel courtesy of YHA (original at http://www.yha.org.uk/hostel/ninebanks) |
On the top of the moor, we
soon found ourselves literally off the beaten track, making up our own route
across open access land between bogs, shrubs and bright white patches of
yesterday's hail. It was a wild,
atmospheric place to end.
No comments:
Post a Comment