We left Ponden and had a steady climb up on to the moor in thick fog. I was glad to be on a lead I can tell you. It was the type of fog that creates a lot of moisture so we were all wrapped up in our waterproof togs. It was the sort of day when not much conversation takes place and you become aware of other senses. Hearing and short distance sight, for example.
In particular, the curlews were going bezerk. Probably because they didn't expect any idiot humans and their intelligent dogs to be out on the moors on such a day. I have to say, I have some sympathy with that view! You can imagine, with visibility down to 10 yards, the haunting sound of many angry curlews, was very spooky.
About mid-morning the fog cleared a little, and we came across what can only be described as a small unoccupied village of huts. They all had chimneys, and small gardens and we can only imagine they are used as holiday huts. We will make enquiries and let you know....I bet you can't wait!!
Down to Lothersdale for lunch, where the landlord cheered us with his merry banter. It's going to rain all afternoon, heavily everywhere. And all weekend. You've only a mile of steep hill to go. Etc.
Well, he was right about the hill, and it did pour for an hour or two. It cleared up long enough for us to dry out and get the tent pitched at Thornton in Craven, so we are nice and dry and cosy. We are on an animal farm so we are getting some strange noises (I have entered them as exhibits 92 & 93 - humongous humanis).
Family movie night tonight - Captain Phillips - oh goody!
Malham tomorrow and then a rest day
Keep spreading the word
M
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