Story
Ancient Crossing
It’s late September, and the spaining time begins in Eskdale. From the heights of Esk Pike, the flock from Brotherilkeld Farm is on the move—ewes and lambs making their way home. Together, they cross Throstlegarth’s old packhorse bridge, stepping two by two across its narrow span above Lincove Beck. It marks the start of a parting. The lambs are grown, and their mothers’ devoted work is done. Now, the young ones must take their next step alone.
I always pause here and bow to the artistry of those who built this bridge by hand. Sitting quietly in its own little world, Throstlegarth has watched scenes like this unfold for centuries. Countless Herdwick hoof steps have echoed across its stones. Beneath it, the beck flows on—sometimes a ripple, sometimes a roar—never stopping, always greeting the bridge as it passes. A lasting link between past and present, sheep and shepherd, journey and return.
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