Nun’s cross farm

A lonely, slate roofed farmhouse on the moor is my next waypoint. It’s common to go for hours without seeing another soul on the moors, but the bridal way that I joined to pass Nun’s cross farm was fairly well traveled. A walking couple had stopped to picnic near the farmhouse, a trail runner hammered by wearing a Rifles Regiment t-shirt and another solo walker with a day pack was headed south. There also some wheels on the trail: a pair of mountain bikers were headed north, and a farmer with their sheepdog drove by on a quad.

After a short spell on the relatively broad bridleway, it was time to turn east onto an even footpath towards the Brrator reservoir.Read more