Two Peaks, two days (1)

Yes, I know it's supposed to be three peaks in one day, but where's the fun in that?  Much better to take your time and enjoy the scenery that's what I think.

We started off at Horton in Ribblesdale, by this lovely church:

to climb Pen-y-Ghent.  You can see Pen-y-Ghent in the background, 694 metres high (2,277 feet in old money).

Now, I'm not a fantastic walker, but I love doing it, and as long as I can take my time, I get there in the end.  I'm like the tortoise.  Not like the hare.  Fortunately, my daughter was an excellent walking companion, and I was able to proceed at my own pace.

The weather was superbe for walking: neither too hot, nor too cold, with a lovely cooling breeze to help with the climb.

On the way up Pen-y-Ghent

It really was a great way to spend a day.

With pretty views of rolling countryside and dry stone walls.

Someone kindly laid a path, just in case we didn't know where we were going.

We found a very nice, quiet spot for lunch:

and then - reached the top!

Believe it or not, it was really busy at the top.  We had to wait ages to be able to take a picture of the Trig point without any people in it.

On the way down, we made a little detour to The Hull Pot:

a sort of open cave in the middle of nowhere.  You can see Pen-y-Ghent in the background.

Looking back, near the bottom, at a rather moody sky.  Although it looked like heavy rain, we were lucky and only had one or two very light showers.

In the evening, a trip to the pub, opposite the church, now lit up and looking even prettier.

I won't say much about the pub, apart from the fact that it had good beer.  The food was terrible.  Probably the worst I've had in a long time.  We'd have been better off cooking our own on our camping stove - yes, we were camping!  

Stay tuned for the next installment.  Did I make it up the next peak?  Did my knees hold out?  Did I enjoy my night of camping?