A glorious start to the day, please let me have more of this sunshine whoever is controlling it. The first three pics are those I wanted to get last night but ran out of daylight. There is a path at the back of the church which is high above the river. John Ruskin described these views as the best in England, and I quite agree, it is beautiful.
I had a break for ten minutes on this bench at a small village called Masongill, Puddytat was getting a bit sunburnt, he's gone quite red, he matches the box. I had to look twice at the freshly painted telephone box, that's a bit odd, no telephone.
I realised that time was getting on and I needed to keep going. I had already wasted time by dillydallying around. I envisaged an easy day at about 13 miles, but I'm afraid I had spent too much time chattering to people and needed to up my pace.
The easiest way to get to Ribblehead was to take a minor road, it was very minor, only the odd one or two cars, and plenty of sheep. Here we are about half way along it, there is Twistleton Scar on my left, a lot of craggy rocks, and across to the right was this view of Ingleborough, one of the famous three peaks. I don't need to climb it this time, I've already been up there. I don't mind walking long flat stretches, it gives me time to gaze all around me.