tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9727194554157513122024-03-14T09:57:59.171+00:00Wainwright's Pennine JourneyPhil G4OBKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885446417340467985noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972719455415751312.post-13895594809176781972012-11-10T16:23:00.000+00:002013-09-26T20:05:41.065+01:00Pennine Journey - Settle to Bainbridge<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Preamble to this blog: </span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">After I joined The Wainwright Society in 2009 I was alerted to a book Wainwright had written called "A Pennine Journey - The story of a long walk in 1938". Wainwright had written this book when he completed the walk but it had lain as a manuscript in a drawer for almost fifty years until he was persuaded by his publishers to submit it for publication in 1986.</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>After reading the 1938 book I discovered that a man called David Pitt, a fellow member of the Wainwright Society, and who has since become an acquaintance, had researched Wainwright's 210 mile route from 1938 in great detail, and was about to publish a guidebook based on a modern day version of the route which was 247 miles long. I subsequently bought the guidebook and suggested to my walking club committee at Ryedale Walking Group, that members may wish to join my wife Judy and I on this long distance walk. The committee supported the idea and the first three days walking from Settle to Bainbridge were included in the Summer 2011 walk programme. The take up was low I have to say, however this made the prospect of arranging accomodation for a walk which in our case turned out to be 2<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">6</span>0 miles in length a practical proposition. In the end although seven members walked a part of the prescibed route, </i></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>(in two cases most) </i></span></span></span>only four of us actually become what are now known as "Pennine Journeymen" - people who have completed the whole 247 mile route. We accomplished this more than two years after we started the walk, and I am writing this foreword to the walk report from August 2011 in September 2013 when the walk was completed. In the interim the walk received recognition from various authorities. It was waymarked and a <a href="http://www.penninejourney.org.uk/" target="_blank">Pennine Journey Supporters Club</a> has been formed - subscription: 247p each year (£2:47) to reflect the 247 mile length of the walk. </i></span> </span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Day 1 Saturday 20 August 2011 Settle to Bainbridge</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Four of us opted to tackle the 30 mile section of the walk from Settle to Bainbridge over a long weekend<i>. </i>In addition one friend Anne, joined us just for the first days walk to Horton in Ribblesdale.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We based ourselves at The Craven Heifer Public House one mile north of Skipton and used a mixture of our cars and public transport to help us complete the walk. In a nutshell we drove to Skipton and caught the train to Settle. From there we walked to Horton in Ribblesdale and returned to Skipton by train and from the station we drove to the hotel.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The following day we did similar, but caught the train to Horton and walked across the hills to Buckden. From there we caught the Dalesbus back to Skipton. The last days walk from Buckden to Bainbridge was accomplished using our cars, parking one at each end before commencing the walk. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">From Settle we followed our guide books and map and walked up the east side of Ribblesdale touching the villages of Langcliffe and Stainforth. The tracks and paths were all well used and well marked being within the Yorkshire Dales National Park. The walk to Horton proved to be uneventful and took us just over 4 hours.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">We returned to the Craven Heifer north of Skipton to check in and discuss over dinner our next days walk from Horton to Buckden over Horsehead Moor.</span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Day Two Sunday 21 August 2011 Horton to Buckden</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">For those of us who like going over high ground this was a day to savour. We caught the train from Skipton to Horton and made our way on the well trodden track up to Hull Pot. Sadly there were only three of us present - my wife Judy remained at the Craven Heifer with a tummy bug. This meant that we would repeat the walk together a month later and on that occasion we could bring our dog Treacle, who also loves fellwalking. </span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Phil, Jennie and Yvonne taking a break near Hull Pot 21 August 2011</span></span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Heading down the hill to Foxup 21 August 2011</span></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The bridleway took us across Foxup Moor and we saw nor heard any snared screaming rabbits to rescue on the way, which if you read his book, Wainwright did on his 1938 journey. When we neared Foxup a group of middle aged mountain bikers were heading up the bridleway from the hamlet. This hobby, or should I say sport, seems to be taking over from walking in terms of popularity. </span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lunch again at New Barn near Foxup when I repeated the walk with Judy on 30 September 2011</span></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">After lunch at New Barn (seat provided) it was time to tackle the curiously named Horse Head Moor which led us to Yockenthwaite. Allegedly, in bygone days the vicar from Hubberholme Church travelled on horseback over the moor en route to conduct church services in Halton Gill. The locals would look out for him coming into view over the hill so that is how the pass got its name of Horse Head.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">In resolute fashion we surmounted the moor without too much of a struggle and descended into Langstrothdale Dale. By the time we reached Hubberholme Church at 4.00pm the George Inn was closed, so we had to wait until Buckden for our refreshments. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Our plan was to catch the local bus back to the Craven Heifer at Skipton and along with several other people, we waited patiently for the bus to arrive. We needed to reach Grassington by a certain time and then transfer to another bus. When the bus did not show at Buckden twenty minutes after the due time I became concerned and rang the bus company in Silsden. They confirmed the bus had broken down but that it was now repaired and on its way. We just made our connection at Grassington I am pleased to report. </span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Day 3 Monday 22 August 2011 Buckden to Bainbridge</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I write this blog sometime after completing day three but I have to say, this stretch over Stake Moss is one of the best days walking on the whole Pennine Journey. You get a taste of what is to come as you cross Buckden Rake and look north towards Cray and the Causeway above it which carries the unseen (from where we were stood) B6160 over the hill into Bishopdale:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">All four of us were to walk on this day and it was 11.00am before we left Buckden. The chore of taking my car to Bainbridge to return us to Buckden at the end of the day had to be done. We realised at the end of the day after completing less than ten miles on foot, that it is almost twice as far by road to reach Bainbridge. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After we joined the B6160 over the Causeway we took a left on to an old drovers road that led us on to a high plateau for several miles. We stopped for lunch at around 1.00pm and by that time we had started descending Stake Edge on our way to cross a watercourse at Shaw Gill.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Waterfalls here go to the lake which we were bound for in Raydale - Semerwater. Before that though we passed through the village of Stalling Busk, an interesting village. We dropped downhill here on a path among trees and suddenly Semerwater was in view through a gate between walls:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have to agree with Wainwright, Semerwater is dissapointing. A story in his 1938 book related how he spent some time in a cottage earlier that year in Bainbridge and the man who owned the place likened Semerwater to Windermere. Well Wainwright did not get to visit at that time, however he did on Pennine Journey when he likened Semerwater to a flooded field.....check it out yourself, he wasn't far wrong. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Beyond the "flooded field" that is Semerwater (I hope I have haven't upset any Yorkshiremen reading this, I have lived in Yorkshire now for 20 years but am Lancastrian by birth), it was a case of following the River Bain into Bainbridge along field paths before we met the A684 near the village at the end of the walk. We arrived there just before 4.00pm so that was good progress. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Driving back to Buckden we'd had a great walk and were looking forward to continuing to follow the route in the spring of 2012.... </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><a href="http://wainwrightspenninejourney.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/pennine-journey-bainbridge-to-high.html" target="_blank">Link to Day 4 Bainbridge to Keld</a> </b>and on to High Force</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Day 4 Wednesday 25 April 2012 Bainbridge to Keld</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After driving from Pickering we
parked Geoff's car up (Yvonne and Jennie stayed overnight in Askrigg) and we
walked from Bainbridge (after a late start) to Keld, where we stayed at the
excellent Butt House. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Day 5 Thursday 26 April 2012 Keld to Bowes</span></span><br />
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to Bowes via Tan Hill from where we needed to use the wet weather route
suggested in the book. Prior to that on the way up to Tan Hill we had to leave
the Pennine Way at Lad Gill which was impassable as the picture below shows. We
stayed at The Ancient Unicorn Inn in Bowes. Good food, but very poor
accommodation, however there was nowhere else to stay.</span></span></div>
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spent two hours at Tan Hill drying out. They made us welcome. The Ciabatta
sandwiches are much nicer than the Lasagne was! Not recommended, the Lasagne
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<span style="font-size: large;">Day 6 Friday 27 April 2012 </span><span style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;">Bowes to Middleton in Teesdale</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I had never walked in this area
before. We enjoyed lovely sunny weather and stayed that night at the Teesdale Hotel which
was excellent in all respects. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Day 7 Saturday 28 April 2012 (Half day walk) Middleton in Teesdale to High Force</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">7.1 miles 750 ft ascent </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We walked from Middleton
to High Force, the first time I've ever been there. There was plenty of water
coming over the fall from previous days, yet it wasn't raining that day.
Perfect!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We walked back to the High Force Hotel for lunch and
then used Hodgsons's Taxis from Barnard Castle to return us and our luggage back
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are continuing up to Hadrian's Wall in October
and have pledged to finish up back in Settle in September 2013 80 years to the day that Wainwright completed his Pennine Journey. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After finishing off the previous section of Wainwright's 247 mile 1938 Pennine Journey in April we restarted on Wednesday 10th October from the High Force Hotel. We planned to walk for five days up to Hexham, on to Hadrian's Wall and then across to Once Brewed. As it happened we got further than that and on to Greenhead on what was an eventful walk. Jennie who accompanied us on our previous legs, had to back out on this section due to her work commitments so her place was taken up by our good friend Chas. So for this section it was Phil, Judy, Geoff, Yvonne and Chas who restarted from High Force on a sunny morning making for Westgate in Weardale. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was after 11.00am when we started our walk. We had driven to <a href="http://www.landsfarm.co.uk/location.html" target="_blank"><i><b>Lands Farm (B&B)</b></i></a> at </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Westgate</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> in Weardale in two cars, parked Yvonne's car there and then had driven down to the High Force Hotel in mine.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">To get back to the point where we had left the route in April meant we had to walk just over a mile to High Force and pick up where we left off. This was great for Chas who got a chance for the first time to see High Force in spate (<a href="http://catterblog.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/wainwrights-1938-pennine-journey.html" target="_blank"><b><i>see earlier picture</i></b></a>). The area around the force contains Juniper and to prevent contamination by a disease walkers are required to disinfect their boots when entering and leaving the site. Here you can Judy and Chas cleaning theirs:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After the boot wash the route followed the River Tees up to cross it at Cronkley Bridge. When we reached Saur Hill Bridge we left the Pennine Way as the Pennine Journey continued east to Hanging Shaw, a deserted farm which was still inhabited with hens. We were to see many more derelict farmsteads on our way through the North Pennines up to Hadrian's Wall. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And so we continued across the pathless moor to the public road at Swinhope Head, this was easily picked out by the prominent power line with two poles located by the cattle grid at Swinhope Head which made navigation easy. We then used the road and a short section of track near a remote shooting clubhouse south of Swinhopehead House to take us to Westgate. Chatting to locals later we discovered that the much of the grouse moor in the area is owned by shooting enthusiasts from the middle east! Most surprising. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Barbara Reed at Lands Farm looked after us well and made us some sandwiches to see us through the second day of our journey north to Blanchland. Once again we were making use of the bag carrying services provided by <a href="http://www.brigantesenglishwalks.com/penninejourney.php" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">Brigantes</a><b style="font-style: italic;"> </b>who provide an efficient service. They collect the bags at 9.30am or later and guarantee to have them delivered at your next overnight stop before 4.30pm. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The further north we walked the more interesting the walk became. Today we saw many industrial relics of the past as we moved from the Durham Dales to enter Northumberland at Blanchland. We climbed out of Westgate in good October weather, perfect for walking. Leaving Lands Farm at 9.30am very well fortified after an excellent breakfast we reached the busy Heights Limestone Quarry, where the path (Pennine Journey & Weardale Way) had been safely diverted and well marked out:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I think I will add the 77 mile Weardale Way from Killhope to Roker to my "to do" list. This section was lovely as we now made our way with the far reaching views to our right along a former tramway with woodland, cuttings and embankments on our way to the (partly ugly) village of Rookhope. Maybe I am being as unkind to Rookhope as Wainwright was to Weardale when he wrote about it in his 1938 work <b><i><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Pennine-Journey-Alfred-Wainwright/dp/0711223998/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1350769610&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Pennine Journey</a>. </i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When we reached Park Burn at grid ref 921388 we were surprised to find a deep gorge, obviously previously crossed via a tramway bridge, now gone. We diverted to the right and crossed the gorge with little difficulty. After crossing I checked David Pitts guidebook and he suggesting crossing to the left....I'm now sure that either side of the gap will enable progress to be made! Going NNE we passed an area called Hanging Wells - there must be some history in that name. Once again the occasional derelict farmstead appeared. This one is shown as High Bishopseat on the OS Map: </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn't take a photo of the remains of the engine shed for the Bolt's Law Steam Engine, but it is worth a look around if you have an interest in our industrial heritage. The substantial walls of the shed and terminus have been restored over the last few years. The walls would make a good windbreak and lunch spot. We decided not to go over the summit top of Bolt's Law (I now wish we had done!) but instead continued on to see what was going on ahead. From Bolt's Law a track continues east to join the Blanchland to Stanhope road at Dead Friar's Stone. There was serious work in progress here so I put away my map and PJ guidebook as Geoff chatted to the foreman of the team working on the track. We discovered that the team of men were excavating stone from the nearby Dead Man's Quarry and bringing it back to rebuild the road surface. The foreman told us that the estate owner was investing in improving the access to the grouse moor. Well, the grouse were certainly there - we saw lots. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">From the west chimney our route was less clear and I couldn't grasp the instructions in our Pennine Journey guidebook. My Garmin Etrex GPS wasn't much help either. I had downloaded the route from the LDWA website and their version of the route was not in accordance with the guidebook. We could see several derelict farms and buildings below us and what looked like a railway goods wagon top, so we made for that. This turned out to be a sealed off mine shaft and this was shown on the OS map as "shaft". We had detoured west of our intended route by a few hundred metres, however after climbing over a low fence we joined a track going north for 200m to recover our intended route at the derelict building on the mine road which is mentioned in the PJ guidebook. We then stopped for lunch under the shelter of some trees as it was still raining lightly. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We made for the White Monk Tearooms at the top of the village for a cream tea, passing the now closed Grade One Listed Lord Crewe Arms Hotel. A local told me with a degree of scepticism that the new owner of the hotel lives in the south and that he wanted to make improvements to the hotel to bring it up to a very high standard which would appeal to the shooting parties who visit the area for the grouse and pheasant shooting. If this proves correct the hotel won't be much use to walkers passing through on Wainwright's Pennine Journey - too expensive and totally inappropriate! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">We had arranged to stay at The Punch Bowl <i><b><a href="http://www.tripadvisor.co.uk/Hotel_Review-g1096734-d1948622-Reviews-The_Punch_Bowl_Inn-Consett_County_Durham_England.html" target="_blank">(Trip Advisor link)</a></b></i> in the village of Edmundbyers, five miles towards Consett from Blanchland. The fine landlord there, Chris Brown had offered to collect us and return us to Blanchland the next morning, so we needed to phone him. Blanchland is a black hole for mobile phone reception. Neither, Vodafone, Orange or O2 worked. The phonebox was also out of order and it looked like it had been for some time. Our only option was to return to the tearoom and offer them a 50p tip and ask if we could use their phone, which they kindly allowed us to do. Chris Brown was with us within 15 minutes and I volunteered to ride in the 4X4 car's boot as we were six up. It was a rough ride....experienced by Geoff on the return trip. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The Punch Bowl Inn was an excellent pub and we hit it on a busy Thursday - the quiz night! This was great fun. We managed to get 27 out of 40 questions correct but didn't win unfortunately! Our meals were excellent, you don't get better in a pub. Next morning the breakfast passed muster, only the best local produce being used. The rooms were adequate although on the small side. Read my review on Trip Advisor (Pending). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Punch Bowl landlord Chris Brown bid us farewell after returning us to Blanchland at 9.55am - what a great guy. We headed northwest on a sunny day up the tarmac drovers road to Hexham. <b> </b>The hamlet of Shildon is soon reached, a cluster of former lead miners cottages. Shortly after Pennypie House comes into view - an old Coaching Inn set above the road. Here the tarmac ends as you reach the track crossing Blanchland Moor.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The two mile walk over Blanchland Moor was enjoyed by us all. The grouse were prolific, the track was good and we had excellent views to Derwent Reservoir to the east. We entered Slaley Forest, a place I had visited years ago. Around 1980 I recall meeting Lionel Blair in this forest. I was up there watching a car rally in the forest. Around that time Lionel was navigating on car rallies in a Triumph Dolomite. It happened that the car broke down right in front of where four of us were spectating and we gave the crew a push! I've met very few famous people, but I met another two on this trip. You will have to wait until Day 12 to find out who they were, so read on! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Navigation needed to be perfect today after my error the previous day, so the map was never out of my hand as we searched for somewhere to eat our lunch. Redlead Mill was found after we emerged from Steelhall Wood. There was no mill there, just a rather nicely sited cottage. Our guidebook said we would shortly come across some gothic arches - a remnant of the Dukesfield Smelting Mill. Sure enough we arrived there for lunch just before 1.00pm. This marvellous piece of decaying architecture is at grid reference NY 941580 and is not named on the map. It really is worth visiting and is sited near to where Hall Burn meets Devil's Water. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A climb through National Trust owned woodland brought us to the village of Ordley were some modern stone built houses had been built. The path here was hidden and ran down the side of one of the houses. There was no waymark. The path existed long before the houses were built. Hopefully when the <b><i><a href="http://www.penninejourney.org.uk/supporters_club.php" target="_blank">Pennine Journey Supporters Club</a></i></b> waymark the route in 2013 this point will receive attention. A road section came next and an interesting path which was routed to the side of Hole House, where we paused for a drink. Soon we were crossing a road near a covered reservoir and there was Hexham below us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The final path down to the road running into Hexham was extremely muddy. The wet summer and grazing cattle make for heavy going, but we got through the mud and had walked most of it off our boots as we entered Hexham. Judy bought some walking socks in Mountain Warehouse as we strolled around the town until we found a cafe that was happy to allow us in despite our filthy boots. We enjoyed chatting to some locals who were genuinely interested to hear about the Pennine Journey so we did a little PR. The cafe owner told us about an nearby Italian restaurant called <a href="http://www.tripadvisor.co.uk/Restaurant_Review-g186351-d1520051-Reviews-Quattro_Mori-Hexham_Northumberland_England.html" target="_blank"><i><b>Quattro Mori</b></i></a> and we eat there that night and the following night. It was excellent in every way. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The same cannot be said of our experience at </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><a href="http://www.tripadvisor.co.uk/Hotel_Review-g186351-d610105-Reviews-Hallbank_Guest_House-Hexham_Northumberland_England.html" target="_blank">Hallbank Guest House</a>,</b></i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> where we stayed for two nights. You can read my reviews on </span><a href="http://www.tripadvisor.co.uk/Hotel_Review-g186351-d610105-Reviews-Hallbank_Guest_House-Hexham_Northumberland_England.html" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" target="_blank"><i><b>Trip Advisor</b></i></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; text-align: start;">We left Hexham to cross the River Tyne at 0940am in good weather on our way up to Hadrian's Wall at Planetrees. Our initial plan was to walk around 11 miles to Brocolitia Fort and then catch the AD122 bus back to our guest house in Hexham. The plan changed however during the day. We walked through the old part of Acomb village, north to Fallowfield and took a path to east of Crag House where they farm Alpacas. These delightful and most curious creatures came to greet us as we used the path running alongside their field.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As we left the Alpaca field we could now see the wall. It had been a long time coming - 11 days, a slower schedule than the one travelled by AW in 1938, but now we were at last about to invade the wall! A section was visible at Planetrees but this soon disappeared as we made a detour towards the village of Wall before heading for Chollerford on the North Tyne where we crossed the bridge by the weir. </span></span></div>
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<span style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">At Chollerford we stopped off at the Riverside Tearooms for refreshments, before continuing along the B6318, which is the road which runs alongside this section of Hadrian's Wall. We rejoined the Hadrian's Wall footpath beyond Walwick when the going got rough. With having had such a wet summer the conditions of the footpaths was bad, and this was mainly due to poached ground caused by cattle grazing on the land adjacent to the wall. We soldiered on though towards our intended destination of Brocolitia. As we had made good progress we decided to review the bus timetable. A unanimous decision was reached that we should continue onwards to Housesteads, and then catch the 5.34pm bus back to Hexham from there. This would mean that on our next and final day for this leg we could reach Greenhead, which is the point where the Pennine Journey leaves the wall and goes south to Alston. As we had all enjoyed a toasted teacake and tea at Chollerford we were able to continue and have our lunch at 2.00pm when we arrived at the Brocolitia Fort. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">At Sewing Shields we could see why Hadrian had built the wall here. For some distance the wall sat upon natural crags with a considerable drop to the north - a natural defence and we found next day that this continued on and off right through to Greenhead. </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Our return to Hexham was later than anticipated so we rearranged our meal booking at Quattro Mori for 7.30pm. The AD122 bus drops off on the car park adjacent to Waitrose in Hexham so we all nipped in and purchased sandwiches for the following day before returning to Hallbank Guest House to get cleaned up. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">An early breakfast was ordered at the Hallbank Guest House for 7.30am. The timing was essential as we had to vacate our rooms and catch the 0905 am bus from the Hexham tourist back to Housesteads. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> I noticed a familiar face at breakfast, someone who was famous. It was Bill Bryson OBE, the best selling American travel writer, and yes, he was actually writing as he enjoyed his breakfast. We got a "good morning" and a smile out of the author and let him get on with his breakfast. Bill wasn't the only famous person we saw this day - we encountered Stephen Gough, otherwise known as the naked rambler, who came up behind us on the wall near Once Brewed!</span></span></div>
<span style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></span><span style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The section of the Hadrian's Wall National Trail from Housesteads Fort to Greenhead was very well maintained and unlike the previous day, few animals had been grazing along it, so our route was in better order. As it was Sunday there were plenty of people walking on the path, which again followed the top of crags over much of its length. This meant the walk was quite challenging with lots of dips to descend and banks to climb. There was a sponsored walk taking place with walkers from the Newcastle area. We also met two very large groups of young army cadets being guided by experienced walk leaders. The sponsored walkers had started from the Once Brewed Visitor Centre, which is some distance away from the wall and a place which we must visit another time. Half a mile west of Housesteads we again met The Pennine Way near Cuddy's Crags, where the PW turned north to head to its destination of Kirk Yetholm. We were to stay with the PW until the end of our day at Greenhead. </span> </span></span><br />
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<span style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We were doing well although Judy was suffering with a large blister on her heal. She had been brave enough to tackle this last day, albeit with some trepidation, by applying two Compeed blister plasters, although she was experiencing some discomfort it has to be said.</span></span><br />
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<span style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We stopped for refreshments and took stock of the things we had found on this 5 day 64 mile section of Pennine Journey:</span></span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A bin liner under a hedge containing about six "mucky video's" </span></li>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All the above were left were we came across them, apart from the £1 coin which was found and kept by Yvonne at the Housesteads Fort bus stop! A short distance from Caw Gap where the wall crosses a minor road I heard a walker approaching from behind. I turned round and to my amazement it was </span><b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naked_rambler" target="_blank">The Naked Rambler</a></i></b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. I just said "Good Morning, it's the Naked Rambler" to warn the others in the party. The ladies glanced round briefly and got an eyeful as we continued on our way, with me chatting to the activist, about how he washes his socks, the use of walking poles and his problems with the police. He told me he had come down from Edinburgh and was going south. I later found out he had been released from Edinburgh Prison the previous week where he had been serving yet another term for breach of the peace. Prison is something he has grown accustomed to in his determination to exercise his right to walk naked around Britain, having served around six years in custody! As we dropped down to Caw Gap our pace increased as the two ladies did not wish to be overtaken by our new found friend. In her efforts to descend quickly Judy slid sideways and </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">barrel</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> rolled once, fortunately without injury. When we reached the lane at Caw Gap the naked rambler turned left to head for the B6318 saying he was "cutting a bit off". It was quite an experience meeting him as you can imagine. </span></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqILYcfYeRWEG8hsxdRqH9VzRsGOM_3E7HAgHavK0b5Ge8CZOj0fsrvFuaoPUxjJBqW3L70tfoc7mJK28qz0HpgvUA8-k_dpMX8jdOkJ0zuoM2Vbsa6mf6lvtR-AcQNVn4gDlFhAYqd-3I/s1600/PJSC+Badge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqILYcfYeRWEG8hsxdRqH9VzRsGOM_3E7HAgHavK0b5Ge8CZOj0fsrvFuaoPUxjJBqW3L70tfoc7mJK28qz0HpgvUA8-k_dpMX8jdOkJ0zuoM2Vbsa6mf6lvtR-AcQNVn4gDlFhAYqd-3I/s200/PJSC+Badge.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As pathfinder I made a minor navigational error just west of Walltown Crags near a car park and left the wall to follow a track for 300m. We rejoined the national trail as we approached Hole Gap where there was another old quarry with a lake, and cafe. It was after 3.00pm when we arrived here and with our taxi booked at Greenhead over one mile away for 3.45pm we did not have time to stop for refreshments. Continuing on we reached Greenhead in the middle of a heavy shower at 3.40pm with our taxi (<b><i><a href="http://www.advancedtaxis.com/" target="_blank">Advanced Taxis</a></i></b> of Hexham - good service and price) already waiting for us, which meant we could not sample the tearoom at Greenhead either. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Our journey by taxi back to Westgate was via Hallbank Guest House in Hexham to collect our bags. We then proceeded through the now familiar Northumberland and Durham country and moor to Lands Farm at Westgate where we had parked our cars four days previously. After saying our goodbyes to Chas and Yvonne, Phil, Judy and Geoff motored down to The Three Tuns public house in Thirsk for a roast dinner before proceeding back to Pickering. Geoff returned to his home in Malvern the following day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We plan to continue our Pennine Journey in April 2013 by walking south from Greenhead down to Appleby. Our intention is to complete the 247 mile walk before September - 75 years after it was walked by A Wainwright. </span><br />
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Phil G4OBKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885446417340467985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972719455415751312.post-16631489495086723332012-11-06T20:29:00.000+00:002013-08-25T17:54:57.538+01:00Pennine Journey - Greenhead to Appleby<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Day 13: Monday 29 April 2013</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After a gap of over six months we resumed our 247 mile walk on Wainwright's Pennine Journey . </span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This time all six of us were present for this four day, 42 mile section from Hadrian's Wall at Greenhead to Appleby Railway Station:</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We parked our cars at Appleby Railway Station the previous day, paying the £8 fee for five days. We then caught the train up to Haltwhistle (via Carlisle), Haltwhistle being the nearest railway station to Greenhead, where we left off on Pennine Journey last October. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">At Haltwhistle Station we were met by Gary, the proprietor of Diamond Taxis of Haltwhistle (Tel: 07597 641222). Gary transported us to the Greenhead Hotel, which we can wholeheartedly recommend for accommodation, friendly staff and good food. He also took the above photograph! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So what you do you in Greenhead on a Sunday afternoon? You go walking of course, before retiring for a drink at the bar. I chose us a short circular route from the hotel. It was a showery day, but we filled our time well and only got a little damp:</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzyLfEhH52R1f6viMWmRodWi8IeLHfb4-bzzQpPwVDYvWeZsDoRe6qAFAuUniO6Brc8OlYd-WgP_hGc1SbQXxlW0Le36Vz1orwO6uU1PpfwLvgMVHlM8DWEbr2yaK85LAP73Tu6gIu804/s1600/PJ+Waymark+near+Kirkland+Hall.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzyLfEhH52R1f6viMWmRodWi8IeLHfb4-bzzQpPwVDYvWeZsDoRe6qAFAuUniO6Brc8OlYd-WgP_hGc1SbQXxlW0Le36Vz1orwO6uU1PpfwLvgMVHlM8DWEbr2yaK85LAP73Tu6gIu804/s320/PJ+Waymark+near+Kirkland+Hall.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Returning to the hotel late afternoon I set about preparing for the next day's 11 mile walk to Slaggyford. As a keen member of the <i style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.penninejourney.org.uk/supporters_club.php" target="_blank">Pennine Journey Supporters Club</a> </i>(PJSC) I was approached by Jill King, the Route Coordinator of Pennine Journey prior to our departure who asked if I was prepared to inspect the route and report on any footpath problems encountered. This I was happy to agree to, and I was also carrying David Pitt's excellent guide book to the route and looking for any changes made to footpaths since the book was published. We found that Pennine Journey Waymarks had started to appear on most sections of the route displaying the distinctive logo. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">On Monday morning we left Greenhead for our 11 mile walk at a deliberately late 10.30am. There was a reason for this - we would normally get away just after 9.00am, however our friendly taxi man Gary was assigned to a school run and could only meet us at Slaggyford at 4.30pm, when he would return us to Greenhead for a second night in the hotel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The weather was pleasant as we crossed the A69 and made our way over Blenkinson Common on what was a mixture of cultivated grazing land and boggy moorland - typical Northern Pennines country. We joined the Pennine Way once again through to the A689 road near Lambley, an old coal mining area in the South Tyne Valley. By early afternoon we were walking under the 260m long nine arched Lambley Viaduct, which once carried the Haltwhistle to Alston Railway. The railway operated between 1852 and 1976 and carried mainly coal trains north from the Alston mines. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As we used the steps down to pass under the arches of the viaduct I made a note that one of the wooden steps was rotten, this information was sent on with other footpath observations to Jill King who would bring these issues to the attention of the highway authority. Once under the viaduct the Pennine Journey shares the South Tyne Trail for the four miles to Slaggyford. The way is relatively flat as the trackbed of the former railway line is used and good progress can be made. We arrived in Slaggyford near the old Stationmaster's house at 4.15pm in good time to meet our taxi. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Slaggyford no longer has any amenities, although we noticed it does have several quality holiday cottages to let and a large caravan / camp site. Taximan Gary arrived right on time at 4.30pm on a sunny afternoon to transport us back to the Greenhead Hotel. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Day 14 Tuesday 30 April 2013 Slaggyford to Garrigill (10.5 miles 1300 ft ascent)</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We had an earlier start today - our friendly taxi driver Gary of Diamond Taxis collected us at 9.30am after his school run and deposited us at Slaggyford where we continued following the South Tyne valley down to Garrigill. We were walking by 10.00am. On this section we left the trackbed of the railway as the railway actually exists again up to Lintley, where there is another marvellous viaduct. The heritage line is the <i style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.strps.org.uk/" target="_blank">South Tynedale Railway</a> </i>which is run by the South Tynedale Railway Preservation Society. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The main man in these parts in the lead mining days of the 19th century was Jacob Walton - a man loved and esteemed by his employees, so much so that a monument was erected in Jacob's name. In 2000 money was raised to restore and re-erect the monument, and this was achieved in 2004.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We emerged on to the public road half a mile north west of the village of Garrigill, a village now a shadow of its former self with many of the cottages used as holiday homes. There remains a pub, the George and Dragon, which thankfully reopened in December 2010 under new management. Meals are now served, but there is no accommodation. Garrigill is an important staging post for walkers and cyclists undertaking long distance routes. This brings visitors and money into the village and helps to keep the wheels turning. Judy and I stayed at East View B&B (en-suite). This was quite adequate for our needs, very comfortable, and there was free WiFi. The others in the party stayed at the rather quirky Old Post Office (no en-suite) run by Margaret. Although I only dealt with Margaret on the phone I was told she was quite a character!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The food served in the <i><b><a href="http://www.garrigillpub.co.uk/" target="_blank">George and Dragon</a></b></i> was traditional pub grub which was thoroughly enjoyed in the rustic surroundings. We were made very welcome there. Well fed, we retired ready to face our ascent of Cross Fell from the north side the next day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Although I had split the route into shorter sections which differed from the length of sections in the guide book, this was still likely to be our toughest day of the whole 247 mile walk.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cross Fell at 2930 feet is the highest point in the Northern Pennines. I had climbed it twice <b><i><a href="http://catterblog.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/cross-fell-gnp-001-g4obk-g0vwp.html" target="_blank">before</a></i></b> in lying snow and mist from the Great Dunn Radar Station access road, but never from this north side, and although the way was long the ascent was easy, this route </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">being gradual and on good tracks for the most part. In the event, only the three men on the walk diverted to the summit, the ladies remained in the dry by waiting in the relative comfort of Greg's Hut, a mountain bothy on the north side of the mountain below the summit at a height of 2300 feet. It did start to rain once we climbed above 2000 feet, where there was still patches of lying snow.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So after a bite to eat the three of us set off on a short 12 minute walk to the Yad Stone. This is where the path up to Cross Fell climbs a further 400 feet along the Pennine Way to reach the summit of Cross Fell. The Pennine Journey continues straight on and we had arranged a rendezvous later with the ladies at the Yad Stone. At this point in Pennine Journey David Pitt made reference to an engraved boulder which indicates the way, and this we found:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From the engraved boulder it took us 15 minutes to reach the Cross Fell shelter in mist and drizzle. The object of the exercise was for Chas and Geoff to bag the summit, and for Geoff and I to operate on ham radio for </span><b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><a href="http://www.sota.org.uk/" target="_blank">Summits On The Air</a></i> (SOTA). </b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We stayed 20 minutes and made 12 contacts with radio hams around Cumbria, Lancashire and the Wirral using low power on VHF. We talked to Dave G0EVV on Great Gable and M0HIQ Derek on Pendle Hill. My callsign (since 1982!) is G4OBK and Geoff's callsign (new this year) in M6PYG. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We met the girls back at the Yad Stone and made our descent into the Eden Valley with the weather steadily improving. By the time we neared Kirkland we were in full sun and down to tee-shirts, most pleasant after what we suffered higher up. As we followed our guide book and OS map we realised that when we reached Wythwaite we would have to cross stepping stones at Crowdundle Beck, so we were pleased to see when we arrived there that Cumbria CC had provided us with a new bridge. Jennie isn't that keen on stepping stones after she came off the stones at Bolton Abbey last year whilst I was helping her across!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Looking back up to Cross Fell it was full sun and a clear blue sky - pity we hadn't climbed it later in the day, but we had a strict schedule to stick to. We walked through Milburn village with its enormous village green and 20m tall maypole which was not in use, even though it was May 1st. According to Wikipedia the tradition of maypole dancing has never taken place here, despite the pole being there for at least 150 years! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We proceeded to what turned out to a most luxurious B&B at <b><i><a href="http://www.low-howgill-farm-accommodation.co.uk/bed-and-breakfast/" target="_blank">Low Howgill Farm</a></i></b>, where our host Jane, treated us to home made cakes, scones and pots of tea - superb! This of course like all the accommodation on our route, had been pre-booked. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We had parked Geoff's car here the previous Sunday and used this to take us to a local hostelry for our evening meal - this was at The Masons Arms in Long Marston which was three miles from the farm. We weren't made as welcome here as we were in Garrigill but we had a good meal at a reasonable price. </span></div>
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<b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Day 16 Thursday 02 May 2013 Milburn to Appleby Station</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We had left our cars parked at Appleby Railway Station which was our destination, making this an easy day of pastoral walking. The weather was now settled as we made out way through the villages of Knock and Dufton.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The route then took us down into Dufton Ghyll Wood, managed by the Woodland Trust and a beautiful place to walk. We then followed field paths into Flakebridge Wood and so on to Appleby and the finish of our four day 45 mile section of Wainwright's Pennine Journey. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We intend restarting in July when we will walk from Appleby to Sedbergh over four days. We're really looking forward to continuing on our way.....</span><br />
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Phil G4OBKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885446417340467985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972719455415751312.post-88827884231344468752012-11-06T07:59:00.000+00:002013-10-13T18:31:32.903+01:00Pennine Journey - Appleby to Sedbergh<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Day 17 Saturday (PM) 06 July 2013 Appleby to Sandford</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Here we are at last - resuming our amble at our own pace on Wainwright's Pennine Journey....over two years since we first started the 247 mile walk! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once again we parked two vehicles at Appleby Railway Station for several days, leaving there at 1.30pm for a short walk to the Sandford Arms, a country inn in the village of the same name just off the A66 where we would spend our first night. The other hostelries which we had pre-booked were at The Nateby Inn and The Moorcock Inn at Garsdale, from where we would walk the following day into Sedbergh (at least some of us would - more on that later!). </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We had also left one car at Sedbergh, where Yvonne and Chas have a caravan, and one car at The Moorcock Inn, Garsdale. Vehicles which were strategically placed to assist us at the end of this four day section.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We followed the valley along the River Eden for the next two days right up to the watershed in Mallerstang when we met the River Ure. Unlike on the last section of the PJ (as we have become to know it) I was not monitoring the conditions of the route or the waymarking, which on this section was looking complete. The work had already been covered by another volunteer. This fingerpost at Great Ormeside displays the attractive Pennine Journey Waymarker:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As we neared Sandford late afternoon we were confronted by an unusual blockage of the public right of way. A barrier using a JCB and its buckets had been placed across the bridleway. This was temporary and was being used as a means to keep cattle in a specific part of the yard! We managed to negotiate it without problem. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">At Sandford bridge we left the route to head up to the village to the pub where we stayed the night. We had enjoyed lovely hot weather on our walk from Appleby and it was set to continue for the rest of the week. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Day 18 Sunday 07 July Sandford to Nateby</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Our route continued to follow the River Eden through to top of the Mallerstang Valley. As we headed towards Brough where we were hoping to buy our lunch, we could see Nine Standards Rigg and Wild Boar Fell to our right. This was another hot day and we took our time on the paths, tracks and byways, skirting the village of Warcop and passing through Little Musgrave on our way to Brough.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Brough Castle came into view and we were pleased to see it had its own tearoom - Brough Castle Farm, something we were not aware off. This saved us having to deviate from our Pennine Journey route - we thought we may have needed to cross the A66 to find a cafe.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The lady in the cafe thought it odd when we said it was a six mile walk to Kirkby. She said it was only 4 miles but failed to grasp that we were taking the scenic route via the villages of Kaber and Winton to Frank's Bridge in Kirkby Stephen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The route then </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">led us across the town cricket pitch (there was a match taking place) and then</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">on to Nateby on a well maintained bridleway. The bridleway forms part of a poetry path here. Twelve short poems were written by the local poet Meg Peacocke and these have been carved on to blocks of stone by artist Pip Hall. You can find more details <i><b><a href="http://www.english-lakes.com/poetry_path.htm" target="_blank">here</a>.</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My navigation went a little off south of Hartley Castle and we somehow found ourselves in a small wood having left the bridleway. We wasted around 10 minutes, but by retracing our footsteps we found we had gone wrong by not climbing a ladder stile. After crossing the former railway line we reached Nateby for a refreshing drink served by Hannah who warmly welcomed us to tThe Nateby Inn. She was in charge as the landlady who is called Gaynor, was away for the day with her family at Alton Towers. We met her the following morning when she served us breakfast, when she recalled a recent visit by David Pitt the Author of the guide book, so she knew all about Wainwright's Pennine Journey. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We enjoyed staying at The Nateby Inn, the food was good. A tearoom for walkers and cyclists has been created at the rear of the pub and this doubles as the breakfast room. The bedrooms were quite small but adequate for a one or two night stay. The pub was formerly known as The Black Bull but Gaynor told us that changing the name gave the pub more of an identity. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Having driven down the Mallerstang valley many times on the B6259 since I took moved to Yorkshire in 1993 I was really looking forward to actually walking through it on our way to The Moorcock Inn at Garsdale Head. For Jennie and me the boots we were wearing were named after where we were walking - Altberg Mallerstangs!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Enjoyable it was to walk, in the company of my wife Judy and friends, on a lovely hot summer's day. But not everyone in the group found it so comfortable as we made our way up the valley....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Just as we were about to leave the Inn the voice of our friend Nick Langmead (Callsign G4OOE) came crackling through on our VHF radio (Geoff and I are radio hams). We both called Nick and made contact - he was on Cross Fell and was later heading for Nine Standards Rigg. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">From The Nateby Inn we followed a bridleway through to Croop House on the west side of the Eden. From here we used a BOAT (Byway Open to All Traffic) which took us to a C Class road near the remains of Pendragon Castle. Cumbria County Council maintain this byway and on the day of our visit were busy installing a new cattle grid where the byway joins the tarmac road at grid ref NY 779030:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Continuing on we reached The Thrang, crossing over the B6259 to join another BOAT which is in fact the old road which we followed for 5.5 miles across the side of the fells. This is known as The High Way and it also forms part of the long distance walk called Lady Anne's Way. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We'd read about the Eden Benchmarks. These are a series of sculptures marking out the path of the Eden. We knew there was one such sculpture on the High Way called The Water Cut and decided that this would make a good target to aim for to have our lunch. We arrived there at 1.00pm for a half hour stop.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Continuing on we reached the derelict farm buildings at High Dyke just after 2.30pm. From here we descended to Blades and having crossed the watershed leaving the Eden behind, encountered the River Ure. From here it was a short walk to the Moorcock Inn where we stayed overnight.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This was our last day and it was hotter than ever as we left the Moorcock at 9.45am. After crossing the railway we crossed South Lunds Pasture. Due to the heat most of us were wearing shorts and we managed to negotiate the nettle beds we were warned about in David Pitt's guidebook without too much difficulty. What followed was a most remote section of the walk - a five mile stretch of moorland before we reached Uldale House.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We followed broken drystone walls, old tracks and moorland for over two hours to reach Whin Stone Bridge where we stopped for lunch in the shade. The River Rawthey had been forming itself to our left gathering waters from Baugh Fell on our left and Swarth Fell on our right. At Whin Stone Bridge where we stopped, there is a waterfall. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Continuing on we reached the A683 Sedbergh to Kirkby Stephen road. The heat of the day was really getting to us now and the climb up to Murthwaite was a grueller. Jennie was starting to feel quite ill at this point but she soldiered on via what is an excellent bridleway to reach the Cross Keys Temperance Pub at ten to three. On account of how she felt it was wise for her to leave the walk at this point, so Jennie, Yvonne and Chas opted to catch the next service bus back to Sedbergh and to walk that final section on another day. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We all had plenty to drink at the Cross Keys at Cautley, some of us enjoying a few glasses of 'Owd Oldham's Sarsaparilla, produced by the Mawson family of Oldham. Geoff (who hails from Oldham) recalled visiting the shop in his youth where this drink was made and sold. The drink comes as a cordial, and here is Geoff negotiating the purchase of a bottle from the proprietor of The Cross Keys:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The three of us then set off to cover the four miles or so back to Sedbergh on the path and track above the River Rawthey. We met up with the others at their caravan just after 5.00pm. Jennie was feeling much better and was able to drive herself back home to York. She returned in August to The Cross Keys at Cautley to thank the staff for their hospitality on the day we passed through, and whilst there, walked the section of the Pennine Journey into Sedbergh which she had omitted. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">At last, after over two years, five of us are finally able to complete our final four day section of Wainwright's Pennine Journey.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We split this four day section into two easy, and two harder walks after deciding to base ourselves for three nights at the George & Dragon Pub in Dent. A combination or three cars and two taxis enabled this, and we returned to the hostelry in Dent each night in our own cars. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After collecting Yvonne and Jennie at Settle Railway Station where one car was parked for the duration of the walk, we proceeded to Ingleton where my car was left. The five of us continued to Dent in Geoff's car, arriving at 1.00pm. From there we arranged for a </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Ladycabs Taxi (Tel: 01539 735086) </i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">to take us to Sedbergh to restart our walk from New Bridge, just outside the town, where we finished off in July. Our first port of call was lunch, so made for the centre of town to dine in style at Smatt's Duo Cafe Bar & Bistro. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was raining as we left the town, but not too heavily as we joined the Dales Way for a straightforward, easy six mile walk to the George & Dragon in Dent where we checked in at 4.00 pm.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We got a great deal on the cost of the accommodation, which was one advantage of staying at the same place for three nights rather than moving on each day, which we had previously done on the Journey. The food at the G&D was on the costly side, however it was of good quality, and we ate there on two out three nights. To be honest, there isn't much choice in Dent if you want a meal.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wainwright took a short cut in 1938 by using the road through Kingsdale, as his shoes were completely worn out by that time - they were old when he started the walk from Settle anyway, as were his old office clothes. He admitted this in his book suggesting that when paying for his lodgings his landlords took pity on him and charged him less as he looked "poor". He had also run out of handkerchiefs before he got to Hadrian's Wall and his nose still was streaming at this point, as it had from the beginning of the walk! </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Leaving Dent at Church Bridge we again followed the Dales Way but only as far as Mill Bridge where we turned south. </span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Leaving the public road on Dyke Hole Lane just south of Whernside Manor we climbed up towards a radio mast on the side of Rigg End. The track and route was well pronounced until we reached Boot of the Wold when we turned right on to pathless access land for the most part.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On joining the usual Three Peaks route up to the summit of Whernside we came across two workers and a digger who had been contracted to improve the eroded path by flagging it. The chap on the ground told me that they had started work on the Monday of that week and work was progressing very well. I could see that was right. He told me that the digger had been driven across the moor from the Kingsdale Road - amazing!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was bringing up the rear of the group with Jennie, whilst Geoff, Yvonne and Judy had forged ahead. Well before we reached the digger Geoff was already operating his VHF radio by the trig point and making contacts for Summits On The Air. I gave him a call myself when I was around 100m in vertical height from the top to claim my chaser points. At 12.45 pm we both arrived and joined the others in the shelter to eat our lunch, staying for almost 30 minutes.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had a few more radio contacts myself for SOTA from the summit before we set off on the usual route off the hill south towards Bruntscar. Here again we noticed that the eroded path on the steepest section had been improved since we were last here in May, with more slabs laid. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When we reached Bruntscar we usually head for either Ribblehead or Chapel-le-Dale, but today on Pennine Journey we went straight on for four miles following a bridleway through Kirkby Gate to Twistleton Scar End.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">David Pitt's Guidebook mentions a fluted pothole on Page 192. You can't miss it as you pass it by on Ewes Top Moss at grid reference SD </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; text-align: start;">707 764:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; text-align: start;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Limestone pavements and a clear path led us to the top of the Ingleton Falls Walk at Beezleys (No charge as it was just after 4.00pm and the attendant must have finished for the day). We found the steps and undulations hard work after one of the hardest days on the Pennine Journey and reached the town of Ingleton too late (4.50pm) to enjoy cake and tea in one of the café's which were either closed or were closing for the day. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That evening for a change, we dined in The Sun Inn, Dent. This was quite an experience - no nonsense pub grub served in "the locals local" by a pierced chef with tattoos in abundance. We enjoyed cheap drinks and a landlady who was far from welcoming, but who cheered up towards the end when we were paying.....!!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Day 23 Friday 13 September Ingleton to Clapham</span></span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The George & Dragon Dent - our base for the last four days walking on Wainwright's Pennine Journey</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On our penultimate day we had excellent weather. We motored back to the Community Centre Car Park in Ingleton, driving the longer route through Ribblehead rather than the gated road over the top into Kingsdale. Leaving Ingleton on foot back up the same road led us to Fell Lane, a bridleway which leaves the B6255 on the right just after a milestone. A track leads to a homestead called Crina Bottom and from then the track becomes more of a path.</span></span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Pennine Journeymen in the shelter on Ingleborough - the most visited mountain in Yorkshire</span></td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; text-align: start;">I hadn't climbed Ingleborough via this route and it proved to be excellent - and was more gradual an ascent than the march up from the Hill Inn at Chapel le Dale. We followed the same format as on the previous day with Geoff arriving on summit 30 minutes before Jennie and me. After lunch in the shelter we headed down over Little Ingleborough to Gaping Gill and then on to Clapham. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I knew this section of route having been up this way with my walking group in 2008. Trow Gill is never forgotten - a natural gorge of a few 100 metres long carved out of solid rock before reaching the sanitised footpath near to Ingleborough Cave.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After this we turned left to climb up to Long Lane which took us into Clapham. As we passed Thwaite Plantation near to Ingleborough Hall we wondered what the hidden dangers were lurking within the wood.....the most likely thing would be potholes I expect. The landowner clearly doesn't want people rambling in there as can be seen from the notice....</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Walking into Clapham meant that we left the Pennine Journey route and used the tunnels close to Ingleborough Hall to reach the village. After enjoying tea and cake in a cafe in Clapham we missed the </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; text-align: start;">3.46pm </span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">bus which would have taken us back to Ingleton.... the chap running the Post Office in the village was very helpful and suggested we phone for a taxi, providing us with the phone number for Austwick Taxis (01524 251364). The driver came immediately, enabling the retrieval of my car from Ingleton, which allowed all five of us to return to our base in Dent for our dinner at the George & Dragon. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our last section, and an easy half day walk to finish off, with lunch planned at Ye Olde Naked Man Cafe in Settle. I wondered if the Naked Rambler had ever paid a visit there? (See my <i><a href="http://wainwrightspenninejourney.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/high-force-to-greenhead.html" target="_blank">Pennine Journey High Force to Greenhead blog</a> </i>for when we met him on Hadrian's Wall). </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Repeating the last section of the route from the previous day we walked down Thwaite Lane to Austwick. The weather had been improving each day and it was a beautiful morning on which to complete our long walk. After a drink break in Austwick we were delighted to see a family of Red Kite flying around the crags above us close to Meddings Barn. Then I photographed a shepherd near Feizor on his quad bike gathering his flock with his dogs :</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There were plenty of people out walking the route, you could tell it was Saturday. We joined the Ribble Way near to Settle and made our way into the town via the riverside path. In this blog I have mentioned the various things we have found along the way and today was no different. This time it was alive, as we came across a small, old and smelly distressed dog trapped at a gate on the path wondering where to go, close to the sports ground on the outskirts of Settle. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All five of us are "doggy people" and so we walked on, carrying the small dog having decided to head for Settle Police Station to ask for advice. Five minutes later we found the lost dogs owner, but were left unsure if she was happy to see it having allowed it to venture so close to the fast flowing River Ribble.... </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Earlier in the day Geoff had announced he was carrying a heavier load than usual as he wanted to celebrate the completion of the Pennine Journey. Champagne! I was grateful he had thought about this as it was not something I had considered as the planner of our long expedition....</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We crossed the Ribble, turning into the back streets of Settle which after passing Booths Supermarket (I never knew they had one) </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">led us to the Railway Station</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">. Our first task was to find the blue plate commemorating Alfred Wainwright's Pennine Journey, which we located in the waiting room of the platform on the town centre side of the station. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So why did we walk an extra 18 miles? The distance and ascent were accurately measured throughout by GPS and copied on to computerised Ordnance Survey Mapping. David Pitt's guide book splits the route into 18 sections but we split the route into 24 sections. In some cases our accommodation was away from the recommended guidebook route, so extra mileage was walked getting to it. The other increase in the stated mileage of 247 miles was due to the occasional navigational error. It happens. We never got lost, just slightly misplaced, but not too often I am glad to say.....</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After the waiting room emptied and the train departed we got on with celebrating becoming Pennine Journeymen and quaffed the champers:</span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Then our friend Chas arrived with a present for his partner Yvonne. Chas had walked with us for nine days on the Journey but was unable to join us on the rest due to work commitments. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The T shirt says it all and harks back to when we walked from Keld to Bowes via Tan Hill in April 2012 in torrential rain and Yvonne's new Paramo jacket failed to keep out the wet. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Celebration over we made for Ye Olde Naked Man Cafe (or the Bare Bloke as it is also known) for our lunch before returning to Clapham in Yvonne's car, which had been parked in Settle for three days awaiting our arrival. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My memories of Wainwright's long walk in 1938 will remain with me for ever...... </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; text-align: center;"> </span></div>
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