No, Really We Can't Walk All the Way to Bowes
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| This pub is at least a bit of a landmark. |
Bank holiday weekend dawns unsurprisingly wet, in fact we are glad at least that the tent is still dry after a stormy night. After passing through Hawdraw the day turns into a trudge through increasingly wet bog, as the rain comes down. But our spirits remain high, and in fact we make very good time, as there is little incentive ever to call a halt under the conditions - for similar reasons I don't take my camera out of my bag until the end.
At first we move sufficiently quickly that Alex is talking about carrying on past our intended destination, and walking all the way to Bowes - the midway point of the route according to our guide. I can see his point, it would be good to be at least half way after eight days, the problem is that from Bowes we could either do ten miles to where I planned for tomorrow anyway, or thirty miles, which frankly I'm not up for.
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| Practically wild camping. |
In fact as the day wears on and we hit a long and gruelling climb, even Alex agrees that we should stick to the original plan. The reason for the climb becomes clear when we reach journey's end, the Tan Hill Inn (P1), not only the highest pub in Britain but most hospitable too - it is very pleasant indeed to warm our feet in front of the fire and know that the tent is only a few yards walk away. Admittedly the camping area is a little rough and ready, but it does come complete with ducks (P2).
Photos to go with this post can be found here.
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