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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 ...
Another fine breakfast fuelled us up for another day on the trail. Early progress was hampered by the need to stop, pick and eat some of the many ripe blackberries growing by the side of the track. It was overcast still but windless and warm, so it was down to t-shirts until around lunch time when we passed through the beautiful little village of Dent, home of the geology pioneer ...
... dogs looked gorgeous in the back of the utes, patiently waiting to get going. Here we diverted from the official Dales Way, via a popular alternate section, climbing up to the top of the hill, then for a few hundred metres walked along what was a Roman road, also part of the Pennine Way. Then across wind-blown moors for an hour or so, feeling miles from anywhere. This ...