I knocked off a few squares at my south west corner, including two absolute bastards where there was no way in except trudging across heather and peat bogs and through thick bracken, trying to find a path. And then back down. Lucky it's been a dry summer. And the views off Braithwaite Moor, down to the rippling landscape where the Cover and Yore roll down to meet, were awesome.
The square is still sat on 34x34, but there are three overlapping now. Just a few squares behind Hamsterley to get to push it up.