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Surely that’s a sight to put a spring into every stroller’s and strider’s step; not a bad way to start. Helpful really as the guidebooks to this stretch refer to ‘featureless’, ‘boggy’ and ‘Pennine Way purgatory’. Not very inspiring and if you’re not familiar with route-finding in this sort of area then basically whilst there

firstly, after yesterday’s gold caped Prog Blog today’s will be much more of a hair gel Now That’s What I Don’t Call Music type affair be not alarmed the wall I hit was not the physical one brought about by the debilitating effects of only having 9 toe-nails, simply a reference to ‘Adrian and the

A friend asked “what do you think about all day, every day?”. Well some of the answer is captured within these blog entries, for which I guess I should apologise. What I haven’t yet shared is that I will spend quite some time running through various prog songs; the rabbits, sheep and deer appear not to

as well as the occasional half day I was advised to have a rest day now and again… the Strava record of what I walked is almost life-size. A very gentle stroll up the valley from Garrigill into Alston. I tried to do everything really really slooooowwwwllllly this morning; leisurely breakfast not taken til 9

this part of the world has many forces, the word being the local one for waterfall, cascade, weir, that sort of thing, The start of the walk was notable for two of them, grand enough to have locals flocking and parting with their hard-earned to see them. They are called Low Force and High Force

Guess what that is? the forecast yet again was for clouds and rain – and yet again was accurate. Fortunately my lap of luxury abode were able to leave out for me sufficient so that I could grab a bite and be on the trail by 6:30 and enjoy 2+ hours sunshine. One of the

so whilst I’ve been rambling amongst the ruminants ruminating and rhapsodising over rural rarities I’ve reflected on things various and my dominant pensee du jour was about the variety of stiles. The Yorks ones appear to be primarily either those that are simply a gap in the dry stone wall that is almost as large as

emotional trauma notwithstanding I tore myself away from the Black Hole of Horton for a gentle trip over the fells, moors and dales to hit Hawes. Despite appearances to the contrary I have been listening to advice, concerns about going a bit more gently. I had originally thought of Hawes as a place I’d glide

The Craven Heifer? A lovely place. Welcoming to walkers/stumblers, friendly young competent staff, good range of beer and good value wholesome grub. 7 a.m. brekkie no probs and porridge and honey served. Whilst they had no drying facilities the towel rail and radiator could be set to 11 and Chinese Laundry Experiment was set in