Last night we retired to bed with the wind and rain lashing against our window. Nothing could be seen outside through the eerily gloomy foggy murkiness and we hoped for better conditions in the morning.
Morning came but the weather hadn’t changed after we’d slightly overslept. A hearty full breakfast was despached greedily in the hope it would prepare us for the journey ahead.
Full waterproofs were donned for the fourth consecutive day, the lambs were dodged in the bar as we set off on our tenth walking day that would see us over the halfway stage.
Having failed to connect with a razor for a few days the intrepid hairy hikers got their first taste of the wilder North Pennines as we left behind the Yorkshire Dales.
Into driving rain, hill fog and wind we set off for Baldersdale on a remote, soggy and isolated trek across Sleightholme Moor.
There was little to be enjoyed on todays march and the theme was to get the job done! Hill fog prevented any chance of enjoying the views and meant navigation required close attention.
The going was sodden, all the water-courses that only a few days ago were dry had now become raging torrents. Harv was quietly biting his lip and seemed to be struggling somewhat today. Later I found he’d developed more blisters, one about the size of a 10p and his knee was also giving him problems. My knee was also painful but nothing I couldn’t cope with for the time being.
We crossed the River Greta via Gods Bridge and crossroad the A66 via a subway. Careful navigation across the next few miles of empty heather and sodden grasses found us at our remote stopover place for the evening – Clove Lodge Farm.
Our b&b accommodation comprised bedroom, kitchen, dining room, sitting room with log fire and a bathroom – definite recommend and worthy of a longer stay if visiting the area.
As I write Harv is getting some shut eye as I eagerly await dinner that’s being prepared for us by our hosts………
Total trail miles – 137
By Paul Courtney.