
Penyghent – Yorkshire Dales
I wasn’t sure what reception I’d get at Horton in Ribblesdale. In the fledgling pandemic days, locals barricaded the car parks to keep visitors away. But things were pretty much back to normal this morning. I wanted to get the winter sleep out of my legs and, it now being August, there was a growing sense of urgency about matters. Walking on the flat is better than nothing, but what a hill walker needs is a hill. And what better hill is there than Penyghent?
Penyghent, isn’t the highest of the Yorkshire peaks but it’s got to be the prettiest. Its ascent from Horton involves a long pull up the Brackenbottom scars, then a couple of easy scrambles to the top. The downside is it’s a popular route, on the three-peaks circuit, so there’s never a time when you’ll have it to yourself. Today was no exception.
The drive over was busy, the A59 a long snarl of impatient heavies and white vans. I was cut up by a pair of vans at the Tickled Trout doing a hundred miles an hour. Then there were the Hooray Henriettas in their Chelsea-tractors who can’t always be relied upon to signal their intentions when whizzing around roundabouts. And the giant hardcore wagons thundering along the A682 and the A65 seemed even bigger and faster and more thundery than usual. Maybe I’m just too old to be venturing far these days.
As for the hill, it was a slow moving procession. The groups were well spaced out, but several of them were over-large and troublesome on the pass. For a while I trailed an old timer. He stepped aside to let me through, then gave me a shake of the head and told me with a touch of pathos he was not the man he used to be. The guy was well into his eighties, memories of many a mountain trail etched into the lines of his face. We were coming up to the five hundred meter contour by then and a couple of miles out of Horton, so he wasn’t doing too bad. A sit down to admire the view, a swig water, and he’d be fine.
You scramble for a joke at times like that, something to make light. I told him we could all say the same, about not being the man we used to be. I’m not sure where that came from. Sometimes the unconscious speaks its own mind, unbidden.
I saw him on the summit later, making steady progress. He might not have been as fast as he was – which I suppose is what he meant – but he lacked none of the grit. That’s the important thing for a man. Once we lose our grit, we’re done because life will always find a way of testing it, no matter how old we get.
The summit was a busy spot for lunch, crowds and bits of ancient banana skin scattered everywhere. The overlarge groups were annoying. One of them comprised corporate types with iPhones poised, responding to business emails at the tops of their voices. So, it was a quick bite and off. Sadly, the three peaks route was always a magnet for pricks.
If you want lonely on Penyghent, you head north from the summit to Plover Hill. Then it’s back down the knee-breaking length of the Foxup Road. But not today. Today, I was just grateful to be out on the hill, grateful for the aliveness of it, and the scent of the wild.
Penyghent left me with aching hips, but the rest of me was fine. If I have any doubts about myself it’s a waning confidence on the roads. They seem crazy-busy now, or maybe I’m slowing down. Am I the man I used to be? Well no, of course not. But then like I said to the old-timer, none of us are. We can only hope the bits of youth we’ve lost to the inevitable leakage of time are replaced with something else. Call it an eye for the sublime, and a more mindfully placed step. I don’t know.
There was a coffee shop in Horton doing takeaways. Face mask and hand gel, granted access. All is change. We just have to roll with it, and be accepting.
It feels good to get up a hill again after lockdown doesn’t it. I’ve still never done Penyghent, or any of the Yorkshire three peaks, which is daft as they are closer to me than the majority of the Lakeland Fells. I did do Great Coum and Crag Hill a couple of weeks ago, which afforded a good view of Ingleborough and Penyghent, and certainly whetted my appetite. Next year, when I’ve finished the Wainwrights…
Thanks George, yes it was good. The Wainwrights though, now there’s a challenge.
I’d be close to finishing if it hadn’t been for lockdown. On the up side, I have really enjoyed exploring what’s right on my doorstep. You keep inspiring me to explore what’s on your doorstep too.
Great to get back up on the hills, although I think your 80 odd year old aquaintance would probably get up there quicker than me! A good little mountain Penyghent. But you’re right about the numoties going up there as part of the 3 peaks challenge. When we went up a few years ago one guy was trying to navigate using Google Maps (not even a proper walker’s app). He couldn’t get a signal and wanted to know the way to Whernside!
Yes, I’ve encountered lost souls like that and directed them as best I can, some from years back I imagine still up there, or lost to the winds.
Or stuck in a bog 😂
You retrieved some of your youth up there.
It was brave of you to arrive in Horton during this strange pandemic. I don’t think I’m as accepting and my version is to roll in the Lancashire countryside – paradoxically on the edge of the most restrictive measures.
That double roundabout at the Tickled Trout is a nightmare, I often come round for a second attempt.
Another nightmare as you intimate is wordpress block editor. I don’t see the logic so I persist in classic mode while it is still avaliable.
Yes that Tickled Trout roundabout’s bewildering. I’ve come off the M6 there and ended up back on it.
There was a time not long ago when a midweek morning in the Dales would have been peaceful. I’m hoping we can get back to those days eventually. When I saw how busy the A59 was I nearly bailed out at Clitheroe and headed into your territory.
Not sure what I’ve done to WordPress but I can’t find my way back to classic mode. I’m sure the block editor has its uses but mine’s not one of them.
I’m just bloody minded with wordpress. Oh! hope they don’t read this.
You mentioned problems with WordPress Editor. You might be interested to read the latest post from https://bookertalk.com/. Seems others are also struggling – this may be of help to you.
Thanks, that was a good read!
Looks like I’ve been upgraded to the block editor, but like the article says, you can just start out with a block that emulates the classic look. I’ll go with that. I’ve not seen many examples of what the block editor enables us to do yet and look forward to being amazed.
Inspiring. Thank you.
When my husband and I were training to climb Mt. Whitney here in the US over a decade ago, we were huffing and puffing up a gentle incline with our walking sticks and four elderly people, complete with white hair, scooted by us at twice the speed saying, “Pardon me,” “Excuse me,” “So sorry,” etc. and left us in the dust.
So…yeah. As long as we can keep going, we’ll just keep going.