Sailing my Paradox and country living

Up the hill again

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Another dry day and although  overcast and slightly misty but  not too cold.

So my assistant and me were back in the woods at Duncliffe to stretch our legs again today.

The public car park associated with this Woodland Trust site is about 2 miles from our house and has recently been resurfaced.

Here’s some pictures of the  oldest of our 4 cars, a 1978 model Citroen Dyane which we used today to get to the woods

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We’ve had this car for about 15 years and I’m  fond of it. Very easy to maintain and cheap to own and great fun to drive.

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The stickers in the back window are a memento of a long journey I made in this little car in 2007:-

From the south of England to Dunkirk by ferry, then through Belgium and Holland, all across Germany , Poland, Lithuania, Latvia, Estonia, to Finland by ferry then drive up to the Arctic Circle in Lapland, then return via the other side of the Gulf of Bothnia. to  Sweden, Denmark , Germany and home. 5000 miles in 4 weeks, camping all the way. Sometimes in camp sites, sometimes in the wild.

I wasn’t absolutely confident that the little old car would make it when I left home on this long journey and did lots of car preparation and took all the heavy tools that I thought that I might need plus a huge amount of spare parts. I had spares for the engine – inlet and exhaust valve, push rod, valve rocker, a piston and electrical bits, a complete alternator, a fan hub, a voltage regulator, suspension parts, brake calliper, clutch and clutch fork  and a full set of gaskets.

The funny thing is that nothing at all went wrong with the heavily laden  car during this journey. Not a puncture or a bulb go, a fuse blow.  Nothing at all.  I never had to get a screwdriver or spanner out once.  I was astonished by just how reliable it turned out to be.

In the whole 15 years that we’ve had the car it’s only gone wrong once when the clutch fork cracked  while I was in Bristol. I managed to drive it home without using the clutch -( start the engine with the car already in gear and change up and down using the engine revs to  synchronise the gear change) and replaced it later after I got back home.  Anyway, enough of the little green car for now and on to Duncliffe Hill.

We’ve had a comparatively dry week, or so, for this time of year, so I thought that the foot paths wouldn’t be too slippery and muddy for my old knees. So we – my assistant and I – aimed to get to the trig point at the very summit of the hill.

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The information board at the car park

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There’s an area at the bottom of the hill which has recently been acquired by the woodland Trust  which has been planted as an extension to the existing wood.

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Most of the grassed area is that nice firm springy stuff which is so nice to walk on. but there are a few spots where the horse riders have churned up the grass badly

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We went over the steep bank into the wood

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It’s magic in there

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Still some fresh looking leaves although it’s nearly November.

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This tree is nearly rotted right through. The others are holding it up

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More decay

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Are these holes the entrance to a badger set?

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Great views towards Gillingham

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I took a breather here while on my climb to the top

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The trig point and view from there.Worth the stiff climb but a shame about the slight mist.

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The path’s a bit rough in places and the clay soil gets slippery when wet. This is looking down the slope and taken while descending on our way home.


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