We weren't sure whether to include this entry or not as it concerns a failed trig point visit, but as we'll never get any closer, and it is just visible in a picture, along with a bear , we think it qualifies.
Who am I? It's me Curly, from the Norfolk Branch. You've seen me in a couple of recent posts, along with my brother Chelmer.
Where am I? I'm a short distance out of the Yorkshire town of Settle. I was walking with my friends on a path across the moor between Settle and Long Preston. We were looking out for a trig point shown on our map as being amongst some disused quarries, quite close to our path. The text on our map, close to the trig point, said Hunter Bark.
As we got close, we could see the land was fenced off with barbed wire on the top. Having spied what we think was the trig point (it appears as a very tiny spike to my right - trust me it's there even if you can't see it), we took this picture, as we realised it was the closest we were likely to get, as we're not prepared to trespass.
When and Why was I there? It was Tuesday 16th August 2011, part way through the Yorkshire holiday we mentioned the in an earlier post of this series. It was raining so I volunteered to come out while the rest of my friends stayed dry in the bear porter.
It was disappointing not to sit on the top, but we realise that this is going to happen from time to time.
Love from Curly
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