The Pennine Way // day 3 // Standedge - Hebden Bridge

The Pennine Way, day 3.
Distance: 28.5km (82.3km), time spent: 9:44.
Weather: Nice and warm.

It was good fortune that I did not get a room at the hotel, for the good landlord at the Sunfield Estate B&B is so nice to drive us back up to the Pennine Way again in the morning. Having left the Peak District behind, the more gentler South Pennines are waiting, and I am fueled up by the usual comprehensive English breakfast. Heading for the fourth funkiest town on the planet, I will not make a wildcamping attempt today. Should be an easy day on the walk, right?

View from a trig point after Standedge.

From where I left at Standedge, the route continues on a gentle gradient. Certainly not spectacular, but undeniably pleasant, boasting no waistdeep bogs or bleak landscapes, only firm footing and gentle rolling hills. The sky just as blue as the ground is green. A good setting for a nice mood. The three girls are rapidly getting ahead of me, I catch up with them again, only for them to again getting ahead of me while I get preoccupied by looking at the landscape.

A gentle moorland on this third day on the Pennine Way.

The Pennine Way slowly meanders its way past a trig point next to some small stony outcrops, maybe one of them is the stone named Dinner Stone (the English know how to name things and places). Then it slowly enter an open and grassy floating landscape that has a rather empty feel about it, although not far away from anything. Two other Pennine Wayfarers appear in front of us, both female. We arrive at White Hill, which is all covered in tussocky grass. It might have been possible to camp here, but it would be difficult to do it discreetly and the ground is quite uneven. From here the route is even closer to Manchester.

Burned out car on Rook Stones Hill.

Flagstone path to Blackstone Edge, sort of a nature pavement.

Walking further, I can in the far distance see the looming monument at Stoodley Pike. More imminent is a huge communication mast, looking like som sci-fi relic in this landscape. A burned out car stands stranded in the moor. The fate of that car we can tell, but we can only speculate in how and why it ended its 'life' on this moor next to the Pennine Way. Stolen perhaps, and used in some criminal activity and then being put on fire to hide any evidence? Who knows, but it is a strange reminder of other sides of life along the way. The route crosses the extremely busy M62 motorway on a tall bridge, which also has a dark side to it. It is rumoured to be a popular spot for people that wants to commit suicide.

Blackstone Edge.

Leaving those brooding thoughts behind, I make my way up towards the Blackstone Edge. The path is a lightweight version of the moors from the previous days, a line of flagstones again aiding you on the way, but the surface is firmer here than before. Behind me is the communication mast a solid beacon, ahead of me is the Stoodley Pike monument the same. Directly ahead of me is the scattered gritstone boulders of the Blackstone Edge. Not particularly high up, but the views are fine for its altitude (472m). And the big stones strewn about makes for an interesting walk.

The Aiggin Stone.

The Roman road leading down from Blackstone Edge, although not built by the Romans.

Waymarking may have improved over the time, as well as all the aids hikers can get, but they made waymarkers in old times too. Down from Blackstone Edge (where Clarissa, Sophie and Roxanne still are having a break) I pass by the Aiggin Stone, a 600 years old medieval guide stone for travellers. Of course, the stone is not much of a help now, I am unable to decipher anything of what is chiseled into the stone. From the stone, a significant old road is heading downwards. Known as the 'Roman road', but it is disputed that it was made by the Romans, although it was certain that they did use the road.

The draw-off tower of Light Hazzles Reservoir, the water apparently never reaches it.

It is always nice to walk next to water, here the Light Hazzles Reservoir.

The first Pennine Wayfarer coming from the opposite direction, I meet at the reservoir drain the route follows towards the White House pub. He has spent fourteen days from Kirk Yetholm, sort of the same amount of days that I expect to use getting there, and is providing me with some good information about places where I could wildcamp. But before I get that far, I stop for lunch at the White House pub.

Stoodley Pike monument appearing closer, on the Bald Scout Hill.

From a waterhole to several others, more natural ones. Or? Here the Pennine Way goes all flat, right next to a succession of reservoirs, all constructed to feed the Rochdale Canal far below. One of the lakes (or reservoirs) holds so little water that it never reaches its own drawn-off tower. At the end of it, the Light Hazzles Reservoir, I again find the girls. Having passed by me as I had my lunch at the pub, they are now resting at the shores of the lake. It is hot, so we are all contemplating having a swim (although there are warning signs against it all along the water).

Stoodley Pike monument.

Except for the funky town, I have not had any high expectations of what to see today, other than the looming Stoodley Pike monument. There is a final stretch of moorland before I embark on the approach to the monument. It is a delightful walk, walking gently around the contours of a grassy rolling ridge. Out on the tip of Stoodley Pike, the brooding obelisk is pointing towards the sky. Built to commemorate the defeat of Napoleon, although ironically the completion of the monument had to be postponed following Napoleons escape from Elba. It was finally finished in 1815 (following the Battle of Waterloo), collapsed in 1854 after a lightning strike and constant weathering, and finally rebuilt in 1856. Standing in front of it, the 37m tall monument looks like a huge fireplace with chimney.

View from the Stoodley Pike monument in the direction the Pennine Way continues.

Now it has so far passed the test of time, but not the hands of local vandals. Graffiti are scribbled all over the monument. A 39 steps spiralling staircase brings you up to a balcony, about 12m above ground. Part of the climb is in darkness. The landscape looks suspiciously flat from up here. It is not so easy to discern the places I have come from or the places I will be going to. Still a nice view.

Ruin of a church above Callis Bridge.

After Stoodley Pike I make a wrong decision. Instead of doing the Hebden Bridge loop, I choose to follow the main route past Callis Bridge and go down to Hebden Bridge from where the loop rejoins the main route instead. It is a mistake, and I have all my 'purist' mindset to thank for it. The main route is little interesting, and the path leading up from Callis Bridge is seriously overgrown at places. So much that I wonder if most of the walkers on the Pennine Way now only uses the Hebden Bridge loop instead. It does not get better when I am finished with the climb up either. Here, the route goes on a incredible narrow path between two stone fences. The path is overgrown, so that you do not see the ground underneath you. Several times, I make a last minute save, failing to see there was a step down.

The narrow path going down from Pry Hill, I had to take care not to fall down into the black gap between the stone fences.

I make the wrong turn when trying to find the route going down towards Hebden Bridge, and so find myself lost. Although it is a pleasant way of getting lost, walking in a lovely forest next to the river, Colden Water. After some turns, misses and guesses, I meet a woman whom I ask for directions. She gives me a long explanation, that I utterly fails to follow, but somehow I think I manage to find her route. It does, however, bypass Heptonstall, which the loop goes through. I care little now, as my feet have started to hurt and I am tired. I stumble down the slightly steep path from Hell Hole through Lads Law and Granny Wood to find myself in the fourth funkiest town on the planet. So voted by British Airways.

A pleasant detour of the Hebden Bridge loop, trying to get down to Hebden Bridge.

Woodland path towards Heptonstall and Hebden Bridge.

Too tired to argue and too tired to walk around trying to find a cheaper place, I just settle with the slightly expensive White Lion Hotel. I soon forget all about the price, as I discover the blister at the back of my left heel. Normally I care little for blisters, I have no trouble popping and draining them, but this one is quite big. And instead of watery fluids, it contains blood. It is a sign good as anyone that my shoes are not the correct ones for me. Since the blister contains blood, I do not dare popping it, in case of infections, so I just put on the usual compeed and adds cushioning around it. Then I hobble out to take a look at the funky town.

In Hebden Bridge.

The funky shops are of course closed, as I arrive too late for them, but it is still a very nice town to walk around in and look at. Over the afternoon and evening there is also a wonderful light on the sky. Outside one of the pubs, I also meet again another Pennine Wayfarer, who I briefly met yesterday. He has finished his walk for now and heads home tomorrow. I eat a huge fish and chips dinner at the hotel, before taking another evening stroll around town. Then relax with a cold beer to get my thoughts of my feet, but I cannot truly shake my worries for the rest of the hike from my mind.

Hebden Bridge, voted the fourth funkiest town on the planet by British Airways.

I fall asleep humming the fourth funkiest tune that I know. Bloody blister aside, todays walk was far from remarkable, but a pleasant and enjoyable one.

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The Pennine Way // day 2 // Bleaklow Head - Diggle

The Pennine Way, day 2.
Distance: 30.9km (53.8km), time spent: 9:22.
Weather: Mostly sunny, some clouds, and hot.

I do not think my tent got enough rest during the night, it was a lot of wind and rain, but I slept happily dry inside of it. Looking out of the tent in the morning gives me a moment to reflect upon one of the other challenges that I face on this hike. Outside it is foggy and I can see the clouds being blown past me by the wind. I might have some trouble finding the way today. Once again, I hunker down behind the same stone as yesterday while preparing my morning tea and breakfast, consisting of noodles with spam.

Morning mist outside the tent at Bleaklow Head.

Expecting nothing but a long walk in the fog today, I become somewhat ecstatic when the lid suddenly opens just at the moment I am about to start walking again. The clouds are lifting and in the narrow opening between the sky and the ground, I can see Manchester in the distance. The city is illuminated by light, from here contained between two grey frames. Turning around, I get the same view in the direction I am going, towards Black Hill and its bogs. But my mood is now high, so I feel that I will just fly over the squelchy surface.

A moor with a view, a window to Manchester.

In the morning the summit of Bleaklow Head is just as bleak as it was yesterday. The usual first itineraries of the Pennine Way assumes walkers are going down to either Torside (staying at the Old House B&B there) or go to the campsite at Crowden. With the window to the outside world gradually expanding, the walk down is wonderful. Going down, surrounded by heathers, the footing is awkward. However, I pay little attention to that, as the stream next to me progressively increases to become a valley, like it is burrowing itself further and further downwards. I stay on top of the lefthand side of the valleyside, with increasing light on my side, while the rest of the valley lingers in the dark. Down at the end of the valley, I can see the Torside Reservoir and across it the scenery leading up to the notorious Black Hill. From here, those hills looks like soft rolling hills flowing over the landscape. The last part of the descent is quite steep.

The descent from Bleaklow Head under an expanding sky.

How often have you not seen a picture from a place you are travelling to, which you really want to see with your own eyes. So was it with the curious outflow of Torside Reservoir, in the picture looking like a hole in the water, but now of course there is too little water in the reservoir for that effect. I am a little disappointed and plod on towards the campsite at Crowden, I need to fill my own water reservoir that I carry with me. Necessarily, as the sun is beginning to take hold of the sky. And then Pennine Way trail magic, the people at the campsite shop makes a sandwich with eggs and ham to me for lunch.

Clough Edge, the path down towards Torside.

The Torside Reservoir, low water level at this time of year.

Temperatures is rising and so is the ground. Having descended from the bleak confines of the Dark Peak, it is time to begin the climb up to the similar named Black Hill. The names does not do the colours justice. It is a lovely valley the Pennine Way makes it contours up through. The footing is sure as the path starts its climb up towards the Laddow Rocks, but a signpost warns against leaving the path. 'Danger! Deep bogs! Please keep to the main path!'. Rising up from the green hillside are gritstone crags, which from the top of offers views back towards the Dark Peak, and further back I can still see the bulk of Kinder Scout. I really enjoy this part.

Up from Crowden.

At the start of this valley, I also meet the first other Pennine Wayfarers. A couple, living not far from the Peak District, are doing the way in instalments and are now on their way to Standedge. Shortly afterwards, I pass by an older man, clearly also on the trail, but he is quiet and less talkative, so I let him be as he struggles up the path alongside Laddow Rocks.

Danger sign for deep bogs next to path.

Laddow Rocks.

From Laddow Rocks the path descends to meet the small river running down at the valley bottom, Crowden Great Brook. At first just alongside the river, but then the river and the route crosses paths several times, forcing me to sometimes having to jump from stone to stone. Really not a problem, but more of a problem emerges later as the Pennine Way heads for the infamous bogs of Black Hill. On the way, the once firm flagstone path disappears into water, leaving me with no other option than to make a jump for it (on the side of the water hole though). Sometimes having long legs pays off.

View back towards the Dark Peak from Laddow Rocks, with Kinder Scout behind.

From there on is a sea of grass awaiting me, with a clear and winding path visible, going first to Dun Hill, then to Black Hill. It has the feeling of walking through a huge acre with billowing corn all around you, with the exception that if you step out of the path you splash down into something far wetter than the earth of an acre. These flat expanses of moors never fails to fascinate me. After going from one slab of stone to another, the top of Black Hill appears ahead of me.

Walking next to Crowden Great Brook.

The path to Black Hill.

Black Hill was once famous, or rather highly infamous, for its bogs. Here, walkers often found themselves down to their waist in them. Trodden to death by walkers. So much that no grass remained and it was near impossible to reach Soldier's Lump, the name of the trig point at the top of Black Hill, almost an island in itself. On this safe ground amidst all the bogs, I sit down for lunch. My passage was firm.

Black Hill, with Soldier's Lump ahead. Once one of the most feared bogs on The Pennine Way.

From Black Hill, as the civilization quite suddenly appears in view again, there is a descent leading to a road which you cross at the somewhat strangely named Isle of Skye. This is however not a shortcut to the beautiful island of the same name, but a name that has stuck after a pub that once existed there. No snack van there now, but down at the Wessenden Head reservoir I do get some snack in the form of a cup of coffee. Thankfully given to me by the pair walking the Pennine Way that I met earlier.

Framing the lanscape, above Wessenden Head.

I pass by Wessenden Reservoir, a undeniably pleasant walk and the blue sight of water is always welcome and a nice contrast to some of the blue sky above. Deers are looking at me questioningly from Wessenden Lodge, and then the path makes a short, but steep dip into a deep gully, only to take me up another short and steep climb. From here on the Pennine Way crosses over more moorland, with small lakes or reservoirs spread around (the Black Moss reservoir).

Walking towards the Wessenden Reservoir.

Before starting the walk, I had been looking at places where it might be possible to wildcamp, and I had always looked for places higher up. Hoping not to end up in the middle of a farmers field or something alike. Today, I had set my sight on White Hill (is there a correlation with the Black Hill here?), not entirely knowing if it would be possible to camp there or not. However, going for my tent again necessitates more water, both for the evening and for tomorrow. There is just one problem though. There is really nothing at all at Standedge, the official endpoint of stage two of the Pennine Way.

Deer at Wessenden Lodge.

Before, without having to walk down to either Marsden or Diggle, walkers could find accommodation at The Carriage House, further down the road off the route. That place is now apparently closed, but on my map there is marked a pub nearby. That was my hope for getting water, but when I go down to it, I find that pub also closed. Without any water, I see no other option than to go to either Marsden or Diggle. I decide upon Diggle, as it is the closest option from Standedge, but there is a 2.5km walk down from here.

A climb down to and up from a gully, leaving Wessenden.

Down I go, only to find that there are no rooms available at the Diggle Hotel. Although the person there was on the phone the whole time I was there, and I cannot say he did a thorough job of checking out the availability. That mattered little as I got a nice room at the Sunfield Estate B&B instead. Monday and so there was no food available at the hotel either. Instead, he (the man at the hotel) pointed out the Church Inn as the place to go to, only 5 to 10 minutes to walk to from the hotel. Outside, the locals where just shaking their heads. Going there would mean at least a 30 minutes walk.

A lonesome tree, near Grouse Butts.

Another Pennine Wayfarer, a young German girl named Clarissa is also looking for a place to have dinner. And so it is that you meet the hospitality of the people, as one of the locals decides to drive us to the place. We are grateful, for it is definitely longer than ten minutes to walk there. It is a nice place, we get our dinner and are both satisfied. Then two other hikers are arriving, Sophie and Roxanne from Switzerland, having walked there. Sophie is doing the Pennine Way as a project for college. Clarissa is only doing a part of the trail, due to limited time. We all are staying at the same bed and breakfast.

Down towards Diggle.

We go back however, but that is fine. It is quite the nice temperature, it is still not dark and the walk is quite atmospheric. Back at my room, I can relax, looking back at another nice day on the Pennine Way. Despite being foggy, the morning was great and I thoroughly enjoyed the walk up from Crowden over Laddow Rocks to the infamous Black Hill. I did not 'achieve' my goal of wildcamping on the second night too, but that mattered little as I had a very nice evening. There is only one problem though, I have a bad feeling about my feet.

The Church Inn.

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The Pennine Way // day 1 // Edale - Bleaklow Head

The Pennine Way, day 1.
Distance: 22.9km (22.9km), time spent: 9:08.
Weather: Sunny, cloudy, windy and some rain.

The Pennine Way is a 430km long trail going through the backbone of England so to speak. It is also the first long distance trail in England, starting in the small charming valley of Edale in Derbyshire and ending at Kirk Yetholm just across the border in Scotland. On its way it crosses three National Parks (Peak District, Yorkshire Dales, Northumberland) and the North Pennines Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty (as the English call it). In the minds of the walking community in England it has always been a kind of a slog, but also a challenge to be undertaken. For several years it was famous for its deep bogs, sometimes forcing the hikers to walk through them to their waists, but in the latter days works has been done to make the surface firmer underfoot. To get to the start of the trail, I flew to Manchester and took a train from there to Edale.

The Vale of Edale.

From my accommodation at the Edale Youth Hostel there is a 2km walk to the official startpoint of the Pennine Way, which is opposite of The Old Nags Head pub. Those two kilometres are a pleasant and gentle stroll with nice views over the Vale of Edale, underneath Mam Tor and Lose Hill on the other side of the valley. In my direction, Kinder Scout is rising prominently from the ground. It is a nice little pre-amble.

The Old Nags Head in Edale, from where The Pennine Way starts from.

At the official startpoint of The Pennine Way.

The forecast for the day had not been very positive, but the weather is a lot better than expected. Greeting me with blue sky as I prepare to set out from the Old Nags Head. A small green signpost marks the startpoint alongside a new gate in a fence that has the route carved into it (with Kinder Scout, Black Hill, Pen-y-Ghent, Great Shunner Fell, Cross Fell and The Cheviot marked on it). As always, my anticipations are high when setting forth on a new adventure. I have long been wanting to hike the Pennine Way, now I am finally doing it. My first official steps takes me straight under a verdant tunnel, before emerging out into a green pasture at the foothills of Kinder Scout, the first 'obstacle'.

Looking back at Edale.

Undulating slowly around the hill, the path goes through fields and farmland, passing through the numerous flagstone paths, stiles and gates that will be the norm for the next three weeks. It is such a relaxing start to an apparent challenging walk, I think it is the pleasant view of this charming and quite lovely valley that does it. The relaxed feeling does not last forever, though, as the route meanders its way through a narrowing gorge to the famous path named Jacob's Ladder. While England cannot boasts really mountains, it is however not exactly flat either.

An old barn passed by on the way to Kinder Scout.

Approaching Jacob's Ladder and the climb up to Kinder Scout.

The foot of the ladder is a beautiful setting, a small creek trickles past the path and underneath a stone packhorse bridge, from the bridge two paths begins their climbs up to Kinder Scout. For a break, it is a perfect and scenic spot, and I spend some minutes talking to a another walker. He had been up to the top in the early hours to escape the crowds that comes surging in on a Sunday in July. Jacob's Ladder is a steep walk aided by stone steps. Several daywalkers are slowly plodding their way upwards, giving time to clouds to float in over the landscape. Views are great, with green rolling hills intertwining together.

Jacob's Ladder (not to be confused with the movie), a steep stone pitched climb up to Kinder Scout at the beginning of the Pennine Way.

Once up on Kinder Scout, one thing becomes quickly apparent to me. In fog, which is not uncommon here, this would make for a difficult walk. There are no waymarks, only signposts points you in the correct direction and up here there are no signposts. However, there are junctions and in bad weather taking the correct path might not be that easy. Let alone finding the route crossing over the peat. Thankfully, today is a clear day. And so Kinder Scout is crammed with walkers. It was a somewhat quiet walk in the beginning, but here there are people everywhere. It does not affect me (yet), taking in the views of this great moorland plateau with pleasure. Here and there are stony outcrops standing up from the barren vegetation. I am only at around 600m, but there are no trees.

A scenic spot at the foot of Jacob's Ladder.

From Kinder Low, I had in my mind wanted to go to the actual summit (if you can call it that) of Kinder Scout, at 636m, but a local warns me that finding the way there is not trivial. No paths really, and having to navigate through a landscape featuring gashes of peat and bogs, only to arrive at a rather undefined summit point (only three meter taller than the point I am at, Kinder Low). I discard the idea and instead trods off the route to investigate the curious stone formations of Noe Stool and Pym Chair. Jacob's Ladder can be seen winding itself up the hillsides from below.

View back on the way up towards Kinder Scout.

The trig point at Kinder Low, with the flat and peaty expanse of Kinder Scout behind.

From Kinder Low the route meanders its way around the western edge of Kinder Scout, the views are nice when the surrounding area is flat. Manchester is visible in the horizon with all its people and football fans, but it almost feels like there are just as many people here. It is almost a little bit crowded, and now the clouds are crowding in on the sky too. Especially around Kinder Downfall, which should be named Kinder Upfall, given the wind blowing all the water falling down up again. Here I eat my lunch, with the constant summing of the people, wind and waterfall around me. It gets chilly.

Pym Chair.

Looking down at the Jacob's Ladder from Pym Chair.

Only when descending from Kinder Scout and walking up to the top of Mill Hill does it become quiet. Then it becomes really quiet. With the crowds behind on Kinder Scout, I am virtually alone. And in front of me is a long line of stony slabs pointing the way through what once one of the worst areas of bog on the Pennine Way. The only thing making the hike across Kinder Scout not so good was the amount of people, other than that I enjoyed the scenery. Here, alone in the open moorland, my mood improves though. I am thankful or the flagstone path, seeing how boggy it can be when I step outside of them. The line of stones point me straight towards the next objective, the bleakly named Dark Peak, which also happens to be my destination for the day. The flat expanse of Kinder Scout can now be seen to the South of me. It is somewhat strange that such a featureless expanse can be so enticing.

View of Kinder Reservoir with Manchester further behind in the horizon.

Kinder Downfall (or rather Upfall).

After crossing the road at Snake Pass, the Pennine Way begins its ascent of the Dark Peak, passing by the Doctor's Gate and Devil's Dike. Small stones with yellow arrows on are here guiding me through the small gullies and creeks, reminders of the Camino. If the name of the hill is dark, my mood is not, I enjoy the walk up through this bare but grassy landscape, with only the sheep as company.

Kinder Scout seen from Mill Hill.

A meandering flagstone path winds its way across the moors towards the Dark Peak.

At the top of Bleaklow head, 633m, I call it the day. The name of the top is apt, with the surroundings just as bleak as the name implies. It is a broad top, peaty and gritty with hugh piles of black sand strewn about. Nor does the clouds above do anything to help improve the setting. All I can hear is the wind and bleating from nearby sheep. Wildcamping is not really allowed in England, but people say that if you put up your tent in a discreet way or place, they somewhat lets you off the hook. I wander off the route and in the wind finds a place for my tent, it is far from a perfect spot, the surface being quite rough and uneven, but it has to do. The walking has taken longer time than expected and my right shoulder hurts a bit, I need to readjust my backpack a little.

Peats and bogs on The Pennine Way.

The Dark Peak approaches.

The wind has picked up, making it difficult to light my stove, but in the shelter of a stone I get it burning. Huddled behind the rock, I eat my dinner meal and have a hot cup of tea. After just a short walk around, taking in the scenery under the gloomy sky, I retreat to my tent. Only moments later, it starts to rain. It makes for a nice evening though, lying dry inside my little 'cave' and listening to the rain and wind outside. I am satisfied with my first day on the Pennine Way. Quite the strange rock this Kinder Scout is. The highlight of the day was still, however, the walk from the start to the top of Jacob's Ladder.

At the summit of Bleaklow Head.

During the rest of the evening, the rain intensifies and I lie wondering what more is in store for me. Then I fell asleep.

My campsite at Bleaklow Head.

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The Pennine Way

The Pennine Way is a 430km long distance trail in England, starting from Edale in Derbyshire and ending at Kirk Yetholm just across the border in Scotland. It is also the first national trail in England, opened on 24th April 1965. On its way it crosses three National Parks (Peak District, Yorkshire Dales, Northumberland) and the North Pennines Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty.

In the summer and early autumn of 2019, I went to Great Britain to hike the backbone of England, here you will find my tale:

Day   1 (21.07):Edale - Bleaklow Head

Day   2 (22.07):Bleaklow Head - Diggle

Day   3 (23.07):Standedge - Hebden Bridge

Day   4 (24.07):Heptonstall - Ickornshaw

Day   5 (25.07):Ickornshaw - Gargrave

Day   6 (26.07):Gargrave - Malham

Day   6 (26.07):Janet's Foss, Gordale Scar, Malham Cove

Day   7 (27.07):Malham - Horton in Ribblesdale

Day   8 (28.07):Pen-y-Ghent

Day   9 (29.07):Horton in Ribblesdale - Hardraw

Day 10 (30.07):Hardraw - Tan Hill

Day 11 (31.07):Tan Hill - Middleton-in-Teesdale

Day 12 (01.08):Middleton-in-Teesdale - High Cup Nick

Day 13 (02.08):High Cup Nick - Greg's Hut

Day 14 (03.08):Greg's Hut - Alston

Day 15 (04.08):Alston - Greenhead

Day 16 (05.08):Greenhead - Twice Brewed

Day 17 (06.08):Steel Rigg - Bellingham

Day 17 (06.08):Hareshaw Linn

Day 18 (07.08):Bellingham - Cottonshopeburnfoot

Day 19 (08.08):Cottonshopeburnfoot - Auchope Rigg

Day 20 (09.08):Auchope Rigg - Kirk Yetholm