Arrived here late Friday afternoon. The Yorkshire Dales are a popular and beautiful area of the country. Not that any of it was visible on the way as the journey was completed in thick mist.
Up with the Lark this morning, after a quick breakfast wrapped up against the cold and went for an exploratory wander. We had a good walk but apart from a couple of brief interludes didn't see much as visibility was down to fifty yards.
This is the limestone pavement. The rock was scoured by glaciers during the ice age then rain has slowly dissolved the stone forming these clefts. The gaps in the pavement are home to thousands of rare plants, well maybe not thousands or they wouldn't be rare.... Not much evidence of them at this time of year.
Ingleborough. Seven hundred and a few metres high was our intended destination. Two factors persuaded me that discretion should dictate a retreat. There were few other people on the fell and the area is littered with pot holes and shake holes. I didn't fancy falling into either.
This is a grand place, I will stop a while and hope for an improvement in the weather.