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... the end of our steady climb up Wharfdale, flowing east, and the beginnings of Dentdale and the river Dee flowing west.We arrived at the Sportsmans Inn with an hour or so til check-inn, and could have easily pressed on to the village of Dent. But that would have to wait until tomorrow. For now it’s a nice warm bath, pub dinner and sleep to the sound of the nearby river.
... our faces. After a soup lunch at the friendly George Inn in Hubberholme which has a quaint 12TH century church originally used as a forest chapel. We had a steady trudge up the Langstrothdale (literally “long long valley”) which lived up to its name. Then it was up and over a hill to Oughtershaw and on to our lodgings at Swarthghyll Farm. The final mile and a ...
... otherwise desolate and beautiful limestone area, but we still felt miles from anywhere.Finally we neared Kettlewell.
The blister at the front of my right foot from yesterday felt pretty good compared to the two new ones that had developed during today, and I nursed them all down the slopes to the village. Each step was a careful orchestration of aching foot bones, muscles and blisters, so the address of our B&B ...
... right foot blistered as the day progressed, our “match
fitness” not quite what it should be. We were very glad to reach Burnsall and
find our B&B. Dinner was at the popular Red Lion. Janice asked me what the day’s
highlight was for me and I couldn’t decide between (a) taking my boots of at
the end, and (b) the pint of local ale at the pub! Jet lag and general
tiredness saw us comatose in bed by ...
At last....able to get wifi signal, have arrived at York.
Well..we had a great time at Grinton in the Dales. The YHA was amazing, it was a hunting lodge that looked like a castle, perched high on a hill on the edge of the moors, bunnies and grouse everywhere, and grouse shooters heard on the weekend. True Herriot country!
We walked our socks off and pretended to be mountain goats one day. We walked down in the valley and up in the hills, the sun was ...