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Our Palaeolithic friend from Wales, 'The Red Laddie of Paviland' (good old Neil Oliver, for coming up with that one!), made it onto our television screens again last night when he was featured in a Horizon episode hosted by Alice Roberts.  Two appearances in the space of a month!  Not bad going for someone of his venerable years.

Another pleasant day at work today -  I came across a building yesterday which had its front door blocked by a pile of turf and earth, and its back door choked with briars.  Goodie!  thought I.  We can't get in!  That's another one we can tick off our list!!

Um, yes.  You can tell how committed I am to my site by that response, can't you? 

Of course I relented.  I went back for a more detailed exploration this morning, and found that the back door was accessible, and it allowed entry into all eight rooms of the building.  Rats!  So much for that little short-cut!

Despite its complexity, we managed to get the whole thing surveyed in one day, so that's another one off the list.  And it also led to a bizarre episode which took place when I was introduced to one of the site staff whilst I was inside the building and he was outside (there not being any convenient point of access).  Hands were shaken, pleasantries were exchanged - all via a broken window...

 Now it's back to the Lake District. 

Over the last few days, I've taken you on a virtual tour of the walk from Grasmere to Sergeant Man via Far Easdale.  So now it's time to show you the view from the summit.

First of all, here's a view looking eastwards towards Helvellyn, Seat Sandal (visible at the far right), and Dollywagon Pike:-

And a view looking roughly south westwards, past my old favourites, Pavey Ark and Harrison Stickle (Pavey Ark's bulk is at the right hand edge of the picture).  This, to all fans of Neolithic material culture, is the area well-known for being the site of the Langdale axe factories.  Which reminds me: I really must go searching for debitage some time...:-

And lastly, looking down towards Blea Rigg, with Lake Windermere in the distance:-

This was the route home, a straightforward walk along the ridge, which nonetheless had its complications.  We nearly missed our exit down to Easdale Tarn, which would have meant another two mile walk before the next point of descent at Silver Howe!!  An inconvenience, perhaps, but not a particularly dangerous one, because we still had plenty of time to get down before nightfall.