View back down Whernside
as we're ascending; 07:50;
Ribblehead Viaduct from
Whernside as we descend; 08:57
Approaching Ingleborough; 09:56
Quote from the top, trying to find
path in the mist: "Have you taken a bearing?" "No."
Descending Ingleborough, on the
wrong path it turns out; 11:20
Looking down Gaping Gill. 11:26.
Confirmation that we're definitely
on the wrong route.
14 miles done (about
half-way); 12:17
Getting ready
for the off
Fraser, Mel and Sue
looking surprisingly chipper
Half way up Whernside -
before the views disappeared
Whernside - with
the mist closing in
Whernside trig point
Rich E relying on his walking
poles to negotiate a particularly tricky wall
View of Ribblehead Viaduct
from half way down Whernside
Vince setting the pace
down Whernside
The path ascending into
the mist on Ingleborough
After the draining initial
scramble, we at least had the
reward of expansive views
Over the top
Not so chipper now, eh!
Vince was the only one taking
the whole thing seriously
Vince in front again on our
unorthodox route towards Pen-y-Ghent
Gaping Gill
With the other three mercilessly
thrown into the abyss, Rich and
Vince set off to get back on
the correct route
Without the detour, we wouldn't have had views like this
Back on the right route and in sight of our final peak
Pen-y-ghent viewed from the train station at Horton
I'm sure I said there was to be no sitting down
There it is again
View from the top of Pen-y-Ghent
We ran into old friends at the top
Mel, Vince and Richard keen not to take another detour
So very english
He might look impressive
but this delivery actually
almost bowled him
...or at least it would have
done if the bowler could aim!
An impressive strike - which
unfortunately led to a run-out
The stepping-stones provided
weren't up to Vince's high
standards so he insisted on
placing his own...
...meanwhile, everyone else walks across...
I already had soaking wet feet,
so I was kind of hoping he'd fall in
The first sight of home - spot the viaduct
So very close!
Vince, Sue and Fraser completing
the final few metres
Vince knows the score - the clock
doesn't stop until you touch the car!
Sue looks relieved - seemingly
oblivious to the car-touching rule
A well deserved pint (or coffee),
served by the grumpiest barman
we could find
The Weather Forecasting
Stone on the pub wall
Boot
It was misty on Whernside...
... very misty
Hull Pot Beck
Hull Pot Beck
We bumped into the other group...
... on top of Pen-y-Ghent
The leg glance, considered by the
purists the single most elegant of
the classical cricket shots. Unless
the ball then runs off the side of
a mountain of course
Owzat!
Hen invades...
... the bunkhouse
Fowl in the carpark
Foghorn Leghorn
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