Tan Hill Inn: "The Highest Pub in Britain"
The walk up here from Keld is way past every expectation from a cursory perusal of the map. The views slowly open out to encompass Great Shunner Fell to the south, Nine Stndards Rigg off to the west, and I am SURE (honestly) I could make out Cross Fell way to the north; but that could be my wild imaginations.
Yesterday, as I was nearing the top of Great Shunner Fell, the tadpolers told me that an hour or so ahead of me there was a fellow Pennine Wayer taking a break in the shelter, and that he had had a bout of tummy trouble and was quite surprised that he had not met another soul traveling north on the Way. Despite redoubling my efforts, I did not make contact with him, but heard this morning in Keld that a Pennine Way walker had taken quite poorly during the evening and had called out help - and the same policemen I had seen in the morning had located him wandering confused in the village and had hoiked him off to hospital.
Let's all hope he is okay - it must be pretty ghastly being all alone and unwell.
It also turns out that the police prescence in Hardraw had been for quite a violent disorder!
Ah - Just Like Hemingford Abbots...
I am not sure where I shall be stopping tonight - One place had the builders in and the Youth Hostel... you have guessed it - never even answered the phone, and that was ringing about a dozen times. Unbelievable really. No wonder they are in trouble.