Sometimes there seems no obvious reason for a boardwalk, thoiugh what is dry and firm ground now may not always be so.
The bridge over the Anne is solid wood over steel girders. My very favourite kind.
We meander back to the river bank
and follow the poles upstream as the edges of the valley begin to close in.
Ray and Frank head past. Frank's knees are bothering him a bit but he's still a bloody sight faster than I am. Ray is a bit slower and I catch him with the camera.
The map shows the track following the true right of the river all the way up from the bridge. In fact, on the ground we cross it back and forth a bit, which is no big deal. What is a little more ominous is the increasing overcast.
If you look carefully, you can see where the true right track once was.
The track is only just visible in places, but there are usually clues.
This must have been bloody impressive in full spate.
The valley opens up again and we pick our way along
Then it closes in again and we take the opportunity for a short packs-off and a snack.
We start to climb and the colour of the grass begins to change to a browny red. As rivers go, the Anne is less awesome than it has been. Up ahead the forest can be seen that leads up to the saddle.
Now and again we stop for a look back down the valley. It's never what you expect. I suppose it makes a case for walking a track both ways to get the full benefit.
Now we're starting to get serious
So that's what a saddle looks like. A bit more saddlish than the Ada.