Last Monday's walk was always going to be a short one, with the PR1 being only around 3 miles long. It turned out to be even shorter than expected when four loose dogs prevented our passage through a farmyard. Our initial thought was that after a bit of a backtrack, we could take an on-road detour to get back on route, but that plan was abandoned when we realised that the road led us straight past the other side of the farmyard, where we would be accosted again (potentially not as aggressively, as we wouldn't have been within their territory, but we didn't venture to find out).
Here are the main features of the bit of the walk we did manage:
The first bit of the route was on a path that was well waymarked, but not well trodden:
Having dropped very steeply down to the river (whereupon I decided this was not a suitable running route!) we climbed all the way back up to the village, and then up a bit more to look down on it:
It was from that high path that something in a field below us caught our attention:
What were we looking at? Wood piles? Very deep stone walls with no apparent purpose? I zoomed in for a shot, but we really couldn't work it out:
It turned out that our route took us right past the high-security (high fences, CCTV) field in question and finally we had our answer - neat stacks of bark harvested from cork oaks:
It was just after this that we aborted the outing, walked back past the cork stacks and down the road back into the village, to complete an outing that was perfectly pleasant, but rather short.
Here are the main features of the bit of the walk we did manage:
The first bit of the route was on a path that was well waymarked, but not well trodden:
Having dropped very steeply down to the river (whereupon I decided this was not a suitable running route!) we climbed all the way back up to the village, and then up a bit more to look down on it:
It was from that high path that something in a field below us caught our attention:
What were we looking at? Wood piles? Very deep stone walls with no apparent purpose? I zoomed in for a shot, but we really couldn't work it out:
It turned out that our route took us right past the high-security (high fences, CCTV) field in question and finally we had our answer - neat stacks of bark harvested from cork oaks:
It was just after this that we aborted the outing, walked back past the cork stacks and down the road back into the village, to complete an outing that was perfectly pleasant, but rather short.
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