We over indulged a little in Kirby Stephen. If we knew what we had to face we may have been a little more sensible. We have chosen accommodation well, the lovely Carol at The Jolly Farmers looked after us well.
Apparently one of the highlights of the day was to be the climb to the nine standards, they are always in view as you climb. The clouds were low, it was misty and cold and we just bumped into them. A bit of a disappointment.
The weather was unpleasant on the top of the Pennines, on the watershed. The streams and bogs now running to the Swale and the east coast, rather than to the west coast.
The mist and cold and winds were nothing to the peat bogs. Three miles picking a path across. The highlight being GB who went in up to his tackle, and could not move. I will regret forever that I did not think to take a picture before pulling him out.
Finally reached the other side and a long walk along meandering streams, that a geography teacher could dream off.
Got to Keld. The half way point on the walk. Would like to think it may be half the mileage, but hope we have done more than half the effort.
We struggled to drink two pints, and slept for 10 hours.
Dunc and GB