Cavendish Pavilion, River Wharfe, Strid Wood and the Strid

As we woke it was still raining and gusty but we were not to be put off. I had planned a 8 mile walk that would include a climb up to Simon's Seat. We couldn't do that but surely we could still do the Strid Wood walk. And so we did. As we drove over the rain lashed on Blubberhouses Moor and the wind buffeted the car. Karen was not going to walk on moor that was certain but we made on to the car park in Bolton Estate and during a coffee in the Pavilion cafe she agreed she would do the walk through Strid Wood. the rain had calmed by the time we left the cafe and we set off on our adventure.

We walked through the wood on the western bank of he river and planned to walk to Barden Bridge before returning on the eastern bank. As we walked we passed more hardy groups of walkers including families as this is a popular walk for all ages. It was evident we were in a rainy spell though as lots of the young ones were walking all happily in their wellington boots and skipping through the small puddles along the path. As we walked along the Strid the sights of the river were really impressive.

The rains had caused the river to swell more than I had ever seen. The noise was more than I'd experienced in Strid Wood either and I sensed the Strid was going to be an impressive sight. I was not to be disappointed for we arrived to see it in an angry mood as the water raged through the narrowing. I was glad that Ray and Karen were here to see it too for if they came in summer they would not believe the difference.

After watching the force for a while we moved on through the wood and onto open land before crossing Barden Bridge to make our return. On the return we saw the eastern bank had been attacked by the river and some of it had gone. A lovely mature tree was not going to see another summer because of this. Next time I walk this stretch of the river it will be gone. We made our way back into Strid Wood and enjoyed another noisy walk back to the car. The winds above were whipping branches off the trees. One nearly hit me dropping at my feet. We then arrived back at car and all agreed it had been a great little short walk all the more exciting because of the weather. We celebrated making the effort by enjoying warming pots of tea in the cosy surroundings of the Cavendish Pavilion cafe.