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... then up to our room. We then took our morning cabby's advice and headed for the carvery for a cheap and filling buffet roast looking straight out over the lake.
Yorkshire – a Poem
Your valleys are called dales
Your pubs serve fine ales
The weather is often dreary
But your people are cheery
Your meadows are green
And full English breakfasts keep us lean
... the “Tiny B&B” in the middle of Kendal. It was indeed tiny, and charming – a bit like a hobbit hole in a side alley off the main street, and around 400 years old. To cap things off our bag hadn’t been delivered because the Sherpa Van service had broken down, but fortunately we didn’t have to wait too long for some fresh clothes.
The next day is the last of the Dales Way, and a short one of around 10km to Windermere.
Headed off later than hoped but reached Stratford-on-Avon around 1pm. Full of tourists. Lots of people enjoying the weather - overcast but warm. Found a beaut market and enjoyed looking around. Waited 50 minutes for toasted sandwiches that didn't come, so after waiting that length of time, followed Dave's lead and walked out. Ended up with a sausage in a roll from one of the market vendor's. Not a patch on Tasman sausages and HXUC market day bread! No time to see ...
... We even struck up a conversation with local descendent Jack Sedgwick who was a typically friendly Yorkshireman.
Soon after Dent a fine drizzle developed, and this steadily increased as the afternoon went on so by the time we reached Sedbergh (England’s book capital) around 3pm we were in full rain gear.A visit to this lovely town would have been nicer in ...
An earlier start time and no rain, though it was cold and cloudy, allowed for a good pace and more rests today. Our first landmark, an old farm, now a hunting lodge, which we could see in the distance the whole time, seemed to get no closer as we marched towards it over boggy fields. The hunters were just getting organised to go out and shoot partridge, and their umpteen ...