Another beautiful day and I head down to Thwaite in Swaledale.
I'm so busy being annoyed with the constant signs to keep to the path and walk in single file through the field that I head off down the valley for 10 minutes before doubling back to head up and over to Keld.
I arrive at a quiet time at the tea room. 10 minutes later and theres a big queue out of the door as cars full of folk arrive.
Theres now a long slog up to Tan Hill. I wear a hat and long sleeves so the only bit of skin consistently in the sun is the back of my hands. They getting sore so I wear my spare socks as gloves.
A pint of lime and lemon, some chips and a panini a bit of a rest and I gaze out on the vastness that is Bowes Moor.
I'm glad I don't have to cross this in the mist. I still find it an eerie place, no sign of crows, buzzards, peewits curlews or any thing. But lots of grouse feeding stations. Half way across I see a distant 4 wheel drive on a ridge and I'm sure they are watching me.
Eventually God's Bridge and the A66 appear. Got to cross the moor on the other side of the road. A likely water source / camp in Deepdale.
I camp near a little gill below the horizon above the shed. I was ready for the cup of tea.
20 miles walked.