We landed at The Kings Arms, Reeth, in a combined state of injured, infirm and borderline suicidal. The longest day by far and, if there were wavering hearts over the following day, the sight of the local bus parked across from us was provocative.
Walks And Associated Antics
Day Four – Reeth – “Shoot Me!”
Although I had desperately fancied a well-earned siesta after the afternoon’s exertions, a crisis far away focused hearts and minds, well at least Leapy’s.
Day Three – Keld – The Only Way Is Up
Imagine my shock when my long-lost twin brother turned up in Hawes the favourite old shellsuit of mine that I knew he’d nicked thirty years ago?
Day Two – Hawes
Still stunned by fluffy towels and central heating to name a few, we’d made our way from our camp site to the local – The George & Dragon – where we were staying on our penultimate night of this circular trip.
The Herriot Way – Day One – Base Camp Aysgarth
I could barely believe it was only a year since we’d survived a week walking the Dalesway, four of us exiting one last forest to witness the jaw-dropping beauty of Lake Windermere shimmering in the early evening sun.
Smelly, tired and suffering borderline alcohol abuse, we had made it after eighty-odd miles of torment. Not exactly one of the great marches of history I will grant you but, no sooner had we finished, the next trip was being planned.
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