The Lion Inn is a rabbit warren of a place little room after little room all with customers eating and drinking it must have been built for Hobbits the ceilings were so low sometimes you had to crouch almost double to get through doorways, I had to revive Barry on a number of occasions as he kept smacking his head on the beams. The place was hopping as it was Bank Holiday Sunday. despite our rather short walk the day before we both felt a little tired and so spent the afternoon relaxing,I listened to the cricket and was surprised it was called off due to poor light.
The next morning the 26 was Bank Holiday Monday a longish day in front of us across the moors and down the Esk Dale a total of approx 21k. We had a thoroughly enjoyable day the weather was perfect not a cloud in the sky and no wind with a temperature of about 23c. We walked across heather covered moors with the now ubiquitous grouse or are they partridge? Chortling away to each other. We had a mid morning break and within three and half hours we had reached a nice little pub in the village of Glasedale. We met a couple of Aussie guys and after some chat I discovered one of them was a member of Kew Golf club (my course back in Melbourne) what a small world...after having lunch we meandered along the Esk river cut up through some woods across a meadow and hey presto there were our lodgings for the night Broom House Farm. Set in lush gardens with outdoor seating a guests lounge and lovely deep baths in the rooms we couldn't have asked for anything more to rest our aching bodies. We plan on walking to the village tonight to have dinner in the local village pub.
During a day's walk ones mental state goes through a gentle metamorphosis reflecting the physical well being of the body. Early on all systems are go with joints de- stiffened and feet tightly bound. We walk at a fairly rapid pace click clacking along for the first hour and a half. We generally have a 15 minute rest and munch on some cake or fruit. Refreshed we carry on in the same vein but after about 40 mins the legs are beginning to tire and ache and the sweat from the feet irritate the blisters which have been quiet until then. The next hour or so is ok but not so joyful as the early morning. The lunch break of 45 mins is well deserved and upon setting out the joints have to be loosened up again after two hours the aches and pains return with a little bit more vengefulness and by the time we finish for the day I for one resemble a First World War soldier stumbling across No Mans Land. The relaxing bath or shower is a welcome relief and before long mental equilibrium is restored.
The next morning the 26 was Bank Holiday Monday a longish day in front of us across the moors and down the Esk Dale a total of approx 21k. We had a thoroughly enjoyable day the weather was perfect not a cloud in the sky and no wind with a temperature of about 23c. We walked across heather covered moors with the now ubiquitous grouse or are they partridge? Chortling away to each other. We had a mid morning break and within three and half hours we had reached a nice little pub in the village of Glasedale. We met a couple of Aussie guys and after some chat I discovered one of them was a member of Kew Golf club (my course back in Melbourne) what a small world...after having lunch we meandered along the Esk river cut up through some woods across a meadow and hey presto there were our lodgings for the night Broom House Farm. Set in lush gardens with outdoor seating a guests lounge and lovely deep baths in the rooms we couldn't have asked for anything more to rest our aching bodies. We plan on walking to the village tonight to have dinner in the local village pub.
During a day's walk ones mental state goes through a gentle metamorphosis reflecting the physical well being of the body. Early on all systems are go with joints de- stiffened and feet tightly bound. We walk at a fairly rapid pace click clacking along for the first hour and a half. We generally have a 15 minute rest and munch on some cake or fruit. Refreshed we carry on in the same vein but after about 40 mins the legs are beginning to tire and ache and the sweat from the feet irritate the blisters which have been quiet until then. The next hour or so is ok but not so joyful as the early morning. The lunch break of 45 mins is well deserved and upon setting out the joints have to be loosened up again after two hours the aches and pains return with a little bit more vengefulness and by the time we finish for the day I for one resemble a First World War soldier stumbling across No Mans Land. The relaxing bath or shower is a welcome relief and before long mental equilibrium is restored.
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Crispy would love to do just 30 mins of that!!
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