Black Rhadley and Mucklewick

A circular exploration of wild country at the southern end of the Stiperstones.

I ought to be able to say “quiet” country. But it’s not. An appalling cacophony of yapping, barking and howling carries across this open landscape, detracting somewhat from the tranquillity that the boarding kennels actually use as a selling point. Add to that a background of small arms fire, sufficient to make the uninformed fear that war has broken out…

…Nevertheless, this was an excellent walk. The southern end of the Stiperstones ridge sees far fewer walkers than the better-known northern tors. On this half-term Friday, I only met two other small groups of walkers – and a red kite, wheeling high above the rocks (until an RAF jet hurtled past). After I’d descended from the last rocks, and wandered to the summit of Black Rhadley (a great spot for lunch!), I never met another walker – just one car and a cyclist on the quiet road beside the West Onny. And that satanic-looking army of black sheep who inhabit these parts…

A curious fact regarding Mucklewick Hill is that its summit is lower (by perhaps 30 feet) than the car park at The Bog; we won’t hold that against it, it’s a very pleasant spot to take in the extensive view, especially to Wales and nearby Corndon Hill.  A gentle descent to Shelve Pool follows, then the very gradual climb back to the barking and The Bog.

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