Distance: 9.5 miles

The first order of business this morning was to lighten Leslie’s pack again, since her knees and feet were not improving. We put about half of her belongings in a plastic sack, called a taxi and had the sack delivered to the B&B in which we would be staying two days later. Our British friends would be joining us at that B&B for that day’s walk and they could collect the bag.

With Leslie now ready for the day’s hike, we had a sumptuous breakfast that we shared with two cyclists and a hiker. The hiker was finishing his west to east C2C trek from the Irish Sea just as his hiking boots were literally falling apart. He had taped them with silver tape and hoped for the best. The entire visit at this B&B was delightful and Sandra was a marvelous host who made our stay memorable.

Sandra at Red House Farm

Unfortunately, we left the very warm and cozy B&B only to enter a dark and dreary day on the moors. A steady rain and heavy clouds were to be our companions for the day. Our visibility was quite limited, but we did notice a road marker in the form of a stone pillar alongside our trail on Glaisdale Rigg. It appears that these pillars were placed at crossroads. They originally had the name of the road carved on them, but harsh weather conditions had eroded most of the letters.

Stone pillar road marker

Well, I think the adders were following me. Today (third day in a row for snake sightings) the adder was freshly squished and not as scary.

Squished adder

Leslie was now having to take breaks to relieve the pain in her feet, not the best condition for a good hike. As we were sitting, we decided to have a little lunch and during our snack Leslie informed me that there was a dead, squashed rabbit at my feet. Wow! This was the day for squished wildlife.

Foot rest

Reaching Glaisdale High Moor, the weather had not improved. These desolate, lonely moors were as I had imagined when reading Wuthering Heights years ago.

Glaisdale High Moor

After a long walk in wet heather, we arrived at what appeared to be a drab Lion Inn.

Lion Inn

As drab as the Lion Inn appeared in the rain and swirling mist, it was all warmth and cheery fireplaces inside. Fellow hikers and cyclists were gathered around crackling fireplaces imbibing warm drinks. We were instantly among friends as we all shared our stories of a very wet and cold day.

Dinner was in the very attractive dining room whose low beamed ceiling gave evidence of the inn’s 16th-century beginnings.

Lion Inn dining room

Our room was up a narrow staircase with pine beds, puffy duvets and a window overlooking the moors. We covered every available surface in that room to dry our very damp gear.

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