Musings From The Padded Cell

The Dalesway Guide

“I’d rather be facing 15 miles of mud, wind, rain, blistered feet and Big Al whining for his Mum!”

Day Seven – Homeward Bound

“I’m sitting on a railway station, got a ticket for my destination…” Paul Simon

Day Six – Greetings From Everest…Well Bowness!

“I don’t want this to end…well the walking bit yes but not the nights!”

Day Five – Greetings From Kendal

“Have we been over that viaduct yet?”

Day Four – Greetings From Sedbergh

“That’s the last time I’m letting Patch book my summer holiday.”

Day Three – Greetings From Ribblehead

“We’ll either get there or we’ll die.” Sage Leapy on the prospects for day 3 after pint 4 well before 5 in the afternoon.

Day Two – Greetings From Hubberholme

“The beauty about being out in the wild is there are no knobheads…well, apart from the ones you’re with.”

Day One – Greetings From Grassington

“When I see lads like you lot I’m glad they invented Range Rovers.”

Into The Valley

“Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.” J.K. Rowling

A Pint Of Lemonade And A Bus Timetable Please.

Walking is man’s best medicine. Hippocrates I woke to a beautiful Spring morning last Saturday. The sun was shining and birds were tweeting in the remaining available trees on my street. It was time again to make our annual pilgrimage to Grassington from the start of the Dalesway in Posh Bradford; we were Ilkley bound.