For once the weather forecast was spot on with the promise of fine weather in the Yorkshire Dales. A bit on the breezy side, especially on the top, but the advance shock troops made sure that we had the best seats in the summit shelter for lunch and we were so comfy that a local sheep made a valiant attempt to join us. The real drama of this walk is not so much in achieving the summit but in the very scary sight of the aptly named Gaping Gill. Fortunately, despite her efforts, because of the force of the stream, Lauren could not get to the platform adjacent to the 300 ft. drop over which the stream plunges. There always seems to be an illogical, but very real pull towards the edge, especially when there are no real handholds to prevent a suicidal jump or fall. However, we passed it without incident, descended by the wonderful Trow Gill gorge, stopped to admire the rock climbers clinging to the rocks just past the gorge and then down to the village to be charged the princely sum of £1 simply to exit the fells and head for one of the excellent cafés for tea, cakes or – in the case of the one we visited – a pint of beer. An excellent walk, enjoyed, I trust, by all who took part.
Peter