Where was everyone? There were only two other cars there.
Feeling surprisingly none the worse for wear after yesterday's exertions in the New Inn we strode off northwards, which was as well as that was the correct direction for Ingleborough.
To beat myself up further I decided to carry oodles of kit I really didn't need, just so as to carry a bit more weight to ease the legs and lungs back to Chally fettle. We passed the (shut) Ingleborough Cave and were soon on open moorland in our shirtsleevs. Curlews and skylarks accompanied us as we strolled towards the bulk of Little Ingleborough (horribly badly named!) and then puffed and panted up the steep bit to eat locally caught pork pies as we watched a apir come struggling up the hill behind us.
It's wonderful to watch someone else suffer for a change...
But where was everybody? the forecast for today has been lovely all week and its Easter Bank Holiday. We almost had the place to ourselves.
That is, until we popped onto the flat bit at the top of the hill ~ which is where they must have all been hiding, watching gleefully as we struggled up the steep bit...
These Yorkshire Dales are quite grand, aren't they? We could see the lot ~Over to Whernside and Pen-y-Ghent and over to Great Shunner Fell. Dave was convinced he could see Coronation Street from there as well, what with us being 'up north' and all.
Dave has a way with animals and I had to drag him away from one particular sheep that he was canoodling with. The sheep looked like she was enjoying Dave's attentions so this could go on no further. So instead, for his fun he started counting the coach-loads of walkers heading sweatily and red-faced up towards us. He got to over two hundred until he gave up.
We were back at Rick's Bar by lunchtime, thoroughly smug that we had been out and ticked another hill off the list. Just a few thousand left, then.
Great weather, great views and all bodily parts performing okay.