The night's go fast on the Pennine Way. Partly because all you really want to do is rest a few hours more, but also there is so much to do - unpacking, bathing, tending feet, eating and having a few pints, and then an early night. Other routines I have are posting to this blog and the reading the next chapters of my Wainwright guide and Armitage's book, both read back to front.
Last night I was reading Armitage saying that "Cross Fell is a truly terrible place." Well today it was a pussy cat, sunny warm and not a chance of losing the path. I think I had much more luck than poor old Simon.
Nice pub in Dufton - last night asparagus and leek pie, chips and mushy peas. (That was just for you and JT, Sarah). Also as of tonight I've done 183 miles