Sunday, July 19, 2009

Pennine Way 13 Thwaite to Pasture End

The more observant of you might have noticed that Pennine Way 12 is missing. No we haven't missed a section out, we started where we finished last time, it's just the numbering in the booklet that went a bit wrong. Perhaps if it had been called correctly number 12 we may not have had so many accidents! Jackie only managed a few yards down the road before falling heavily on her elbow and had to hijack a passing landrover to get her to civilisation and LGI to be stitched up. Later on Janet tripped on some duckboards and hit her face and Derek toppled over a couple of times as well. Plenty for Stuart to enter in the accident book!!





We set off in good weather again after passing through a heavy shower whilst still on the coach and it remained dry for the rest of the day. There was a bit of a climb as we left Thwaite behind us and made our way up Kisdon Hill.
It wasn't long before the magnificent views of Swaledale opened up before us and we had an early lunch to make the most of the fabulous scenery.


























The path became a bit rocky as we progressed towards Keld and dropped down to cross the river which had plenty of water in it. If we had been doing this walk a couple of days earlier we would have had a very wet day to contend with.






By this time we were running a bit behind schedule and there was no time to linger near the waterfalls, that would have to wait for another day. A last look at the tiny hamlet of Keld, which is an old Norse word meaning well or spring, and then a fine stretch of path across Stonesdale Moor with Tan Hill beckoning in the distance.

All the photographs today were taken by Peter Newby, with or without his shoes on!










After a short stop at Tan Hill to regroup and have some refreshment we set off across 'the sheep swallowing wastes of Sleightholme Moor' as described in my book! It was certainly boggy although considering the amount of rain that had fallen it could have been much worse. It did slow our progress and we were a bit late for the coach but nobody seemed to mind too much as it had been quite a long hard walk for the 'B' party.
As we crossed the moor we left beautiful Yorkshire behind us and crossed the border into County Durham. The walk ended shortly after crossing the River Greta by the natural stone bridge known as God's Bridge. A fine end to a fine walk.