Golden Lion Hotel
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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
We got away early as this was to be one of our longest days at 20km. There was more sunshine than any day so far, so it was t-shirts again, and we even put our sunnies on! More luscious blackberries awaited us demanding to be eaten, along with a few beautiful raspberries.
We crossed countless meadows, some very boggy, and followed the crystal clear Lune River through groves of alder and oak. When our boots got too muddy they would invariably be cleaned as we ...
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 ...