Well it turned out Dave wasn’t an axe murderer. We woke up next morning, all in one piece and still alive. It was an odd breakfast…. the man’s ‘touch’ was evident in the way the places were laid out. Anyone want to eat their breakfast cereal with a serving spoon? No gluten free bread today :-(. Dave, the Neil Young, aged rocker wannabe, drove us back out to where we finished the previous night… and we started out again.

It was a bit cooler and overcast, but that was quite a relief. We started up.. as we always seemed to do, and were quickly joined by our Swiss Lady companions. They offered commiserations on the football… I just tried to keep pace with the fleet footed Sybille. I am sure there is some mountain goat in her DNA. We reached the top, and I tried to pretend I was ok and that I wasn’t just about to have a heart attack. We walked Carr Ridge, the Ladies then moved on and Tricia and I carried on at our own pace. Across Farndale moor and then High Blakey Moor, we arrived at our lunch destination, the Lion Inn. The Swiss Ladies were there, already one pint down, we sat in a  group with them, two men doing the C2C, and Stefan and Ilona from Stuttgart. We had some lunch, which was basically an under cooked baked potato… mine was with tuna and salad. I made the mistake of not eating my salad, and got lectured by Sybille, so ended up eating the salad.

We then ventured out, up the road to ‘Fat Betty’, a stone just off the path, where tradition states you can leave some food and pick some up… odd. Anyway, sweets were placed of Fat Betty. The two ladies had their sandwiches here, Tricia and I moved on, knowing they would catch us up at some point. Which they did as we walked Glaisdale Rigg… we walked at pace (of course) with them, and came down into Glaisdale just after 4pm. Just over 18 miles in the day.

We stayed at ‘Greenhowe B&B’ and didn’t venture out again. A lovely room at the top of the house, our evening meal was in the B&B, a relaxing evening.