20
May, 2022

Hartland, Devonshire

The first of the weekends away for 2022 was to Hartland in Devonshire. The trip was organised by Janet Earwaker.

The weather turned out to be excellent and although the walks were a little tough in places everyone who went enjoyed themselves.

Gill Bridgeman has kindly sent me these photos to put on the website and they show some of the spectacular scenery of the area.

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15
Dec, 2018

Grange over Sands

September 7th to 9th, 2018

Our last weekend away for 2018 took us to Grange over Sands, Cumbria. This was a particularly hilly weekend but the views from the tops of the Lancashire lumps were spectacular, to say the least.

15
Dec, 2018

Nidderdale

July 20th to 22nd, 2018

The second of our weekends away for 2018 took us to the Yorkshire Dales. Nidderdale is an area of outstanding natural beauty in North Yorkshire, bordering the Yorkshire Dales National Park to the east and south. We had a fantastic weekend with some excellent walks and good weather.

5
Nov, 2018

Anglesey

Anglesey, September 2016

Every year, The Fleckney Walking Club have three weekends away. In 2016, they descended on Anglesey. We don’t have any maps of the walks, but here are a bunch of pictures showing they had a great time.

18
Dec, 2018

Beddgelert

June 4th to 6th, 2004

Beddgelert

A short walk south of the village, following the footpath along the banks of the Glaslyn leads to Beddgelert’s most famous historical feature; ‘Gelert’s Grave’.

According to legend, the stone monument in the field marks the resting place of ‘Gelert’, the faithful hound of the medieval Welsh Prince Llewelyn the Great.

The story, as written on the tombstone reads:

“In the 13th century Llewelyn, prince of North Wales, had a palace at Beddgelert. One day he went hunting without Gelert, ‘The Faithful Hound’, who was unaccountably absent.

On Llewelyn’s return the truant, stained and smeared with blood, joyfully sprang to meet his master. The prince alarmed hastened to find his son, and saw the infant’s cot empty, the bedclothes and floor covered with blood.

The frantic father plunged his sword into the hound’s side, thinking it had killed his heir. The dog’s dying yell was answered by a child’s cry.

Llewelyn searched and discovered his boy unharmed, but nearby lay the body of a mighty wolf which Gelert had slain. The prince filled with remorse is said never to have smiled again. He buried Gelert here”.

The second weekend away saw 14 members of the Club in the picturesque area of Beddgelert. As you can see from the story above, Gelert was the name of a dog and ‘bedd’ is the Welsh word for grave.

The weekend weather was very overcast and there were rather a lot of midges! The rhododendrons were lovely though.