The following morning we linked up with the Dales Highway. It led us over Rough Haw and delightful green meadows to Hetton. The air was alive with the call of birds. Curlews, oyster catchers and peewits to name a few.
Up and over Weets Top, where there was a brief glimpse of a badger cub. It was then down to Gordale and the campsite. Now that is one 'fascinating' site. One would have to visit to see why!
The following morning saw us heading up Great Shunner Fell. Squalls of heavy, driving rain accompanied us and at one point hail. It was cold too. On to Keld and a fantastic cafe. Generous portions of toasted tea cake and a large pot of tea.
We had a cooked meal in the Crown pub. A friendly place, dog friendly too and good food. The following day was to be a quite short one. Thus it was we dawdled in Shap, did a bit of shopping and left a little later than we usually would have. Footpaths, bridleways and a little road walking brought us to the upper reaches of Swindale. A lovely area, very scenic. A stiff climb out of the valley led us over to Mosedale. The bothy was clean, neat and tidy. Our preference though was to camp outside.
Coming down to Brownhowe Bottom there was a temptation to push on and complete the actual route. Common sense prevailed, I was still feeling weak and a little light headed. Instead I pushed on down to Sadgill. A handful of jelly babies saw me up and over and down to Kentmere and on to Stavely. A phone call on 101 to let the Cumbria police know I had made my own way out. Mike had been adamant that he would give them a heads up on the situation.
From Stavely it was just a question of catching trains back to Newcastle. My rough estimate of total distance is one hundred and eighty six miles. Mike's estimate is a little shorter but close.