FIELD MEETINGS FOR X913 5 



Wednesday was a perfect day for Cauldron Snout. A start 

 was made up Harwood Beck, where in a tuft on the banks a 

 pied wagtail's nest with five eggs was found. The meadows 

 all round were most beautiful, owing to the quantities of 

 Geranhan sylvaticitm, globe flowers, orchis, birdsfoot trefoil 

 and earthnut, &c,, which were growing in such wonderful 

 profusion. Crossing the beck, the course of a small stream 

 was now followed, a happy hunting ground for the botanist. 

 Unfortunately the flowering time of the Gentiaua verna was 

 over. Primulu farinosa was still in bloom, yellow mountain 

 saxifrage, Scotch asphodel, alpine bartsia, butterwort, orchis, 

 blue, purple and white milkwort, all growing most luxuriantly. 

 Over the swampy ground, curlew, golden and green plovers 

 were circling, and a redshank's nest and three eggs was found 

 by one of the party. Crossing the lower spur of Widdybank 

 Fell, we followed the track alongside the Tees, until the 

 impressive basaltic cliff's of Falcon Clints loomed high above our 

 heads. There the path was very rough and required careful 

 walking. Passing round the screes the meeting of the Maize 

 Beck with the Tees came in sight. A dull thundering noise 

 now greeted our ears, and as we rounded the bend. Cauldron 

 Snout was seen, where the Tees plunges with sudden leaps, 

 dashing from point to point and descending some 200-ft. 

 in about half a mile. We rested at the foot of the fall for some 

 time, admiring the grand eff'ect of falling water and fine 

 formations of the surrounding rocks. After lunch, having 

 climbed to the top of the falls, we obtained beautiful views 

 over the Weel and higher stretches of the Tees and mountains 

 around — Cross Fell, Dufton Fell, Mickle Fell, &c. As 

 time was now getting on we crossed Widdybank Fell and 

 rejoined the stream we had followed earlier in the day, and 

 thus returned to our temporary home. 



Thursday. — Unfortunately some of our party were obliged 

 to leave. The remainder decided to visit the Tees above the 

 High Force and down as far as Winch Bridge. Crossing 

 Cronkley Bridge and following down the meadows and then 

 striking across the heather, the White Force was visited, but 



