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Travel Blogs from Scotch Corner
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 ...
... on the same day it was announced that the tour was starting in Yorkshire.
Today’s foot report: Though gradually becoming trail hardened, mine were still giving me considerable pain at the end of the day, even as we ate dinner and relaxed later. Cycling is great for the legs and lungs but makes your feet soft. Janice being the more regular walker is doing fine.
This was a shorter day of 15km with great variety and plenty of sunshine, but a cold wind and occasional short showers.
After a full English breakfast we began by visiting St Wilfrid’s Church two doors up the road from our lodgings in Burnsall. This beautiful small church, still in use, has a list of rectors on display going back to 1270. The area was invaded and settled by the Vikings who converted to Christianity ...
... 8220;Potts blue” face, and the hauntingly beautiful Bolton Priory, half destroyed, half fully functional church. We had
a good talk with a lady volunteering as a host at the priory. Weather was
fairly cold with showers, but not too wet. We crossed the first of many stiles,
and met some other walkers, including a mother and daughter and their two border-terrier
dogs who were walking even further than us that day.
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 ...