This morning we had a continental breakfast – bread, cheese and coffee at our campsite at the Green Dragon Inn in Hardraw, just outside Hawes, the first campsite I’ve ever stayed at that boasts its own waterfall!
By the time we’d done our driving around, we were at the Tan Hill Inn before 11.00 am, with Andy saying he wasn’t walking today – because of blisters. I then said I wasn’t doing it either and we had “words”. In the end, I suggested we walk up by the road – to be honest, the Pennine Way runs parallel with the road all the way from Keld to the Tan Hill anyway, just a few metres to the right, so we weren’t missing any scenery. That also meant we could walk in our sandals, thereby saving Andy more grief and it was lovely to get some air to my feet too.
We had already decided to have a shorter day because of the grouse shooting and we had seen loads of people out on the moors all morning.
We reached the Tan Hill Inn, highest pub in England, just after 1.00 pm and celebrated with half a pint of Black Sheep bitter each – neither of us being bitter drinkers, I was pleasantly surprised although Andy likened it to dishwater. We could see the beaters out on the moor from the pub – Sleightholme Moore – and congratulated ourselves on our decision to stop early.
We had a nice drive then to Middleton on Tees to a lovely campsite – and although it was very sunny, it was quite breezy and we broke another tent pole. Thank God for Balfour Beatty and gaffa tape!
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