June 22, Hubberholme to Ribblehead

I was not sad to leave The George Inn.  In addition to the terrible food, it reeked of cooking oil, and the wi-fi did not work in the room (which was musty) only they don't let you use computers in the bar, whih happens to be only place there is a decent signal.  Such are the issues of this day and age!

Villages around here have  marvelous names:

 Today, I caught Peter Cottontail before he ran away:

Part of the walk was along the river:

And get a load of this:

The sign reads:  Riparian Tree Planting Intercepting Water. Woah!

Phone booth with phone:

Whether the phone works or not, no idea.  Maybe they are waiting to swap it out for a defibrillator.

One has been warned:

Countryside becoming less exciting:

and boggy.

Let's call this—with its little platform on top,  Hangman's Stile:

Sheep taking the Dale's Way in the reverse direction:

Shepherd's Cottage, where I am staying, offers reading material such as this:

 

June 21, Grassington to Hubberholme

 Today's walk did not mimic the start of yesterday's after all.  It took a new route, which, interestingly was not as pretty, but nothing to scoff at, either!  In fact, this view is similar to one taken yesterday only this one has some sheep in it!

These beauties were not getting up at 5:30 a.m.

I was not sure I would make it through:

When someone wants their picture taken, sometimes you just can't say, "No!"

Now I have to tell you something!  Some of these gates are not so easy to open

as they have heavy springs:

and you have to keep the gate open as you make your way through.  Let's put it this way, I am glad that no one has seen me carefully make my way up and through and down!

You know you are not in NYC now!

I cannot leave those stone walls alone!  Ho do they do it on those hills?

See this bridge?  

Well, I was about to make my way over it, but luckily for me, a man with his dog, Happy,

 counseled me not to go that way, so I did not.  He was right, of course.  

This bridge you do cross!  One plank is adequate so long as there are aide rails!

Thistles:

It was a beautiful walk on a beautiful day.  Hubberholme, where I am pernoctating (when such a word exists, it has to be used at least once) has three buildings:  

an inn: 

 a church:

and a farm:

The church is famous in these parts because it was used in the filming of the wedding scene of All Creatures Great and Small:

Another thing the church is famous for is its mice:

When a synagogue has a mouse problem, the way you get rid of them is to buy a bunch of kippot, give the mice a bar-mitzvah and a kiddush, and you will never see them again.

Sunday roast is a staple of English life, and this being Sunday, such was offered at The George. The choice for a "main" was lamb or brisket.  I opted for the lamb.  It was served with a popover and some potatoes.  There was a side dish of cabbage and carrots.  The lamb, coated in gravy, was oy.  The popover was adorable but had no taste only maybe that is just the nature of popovers. The potatoes, I don't know what to say about the potatoes except they tasted like cotton.  The side dish of cabbage and carrots was colorful and nicely presented on a wooden board, but were thoroughly overcooked and totally unseasoned, in a word: flavorless, just as one might expect. The ginger beer, however, was 5*****  The backup supplies in my suitcase are made for stop-overs such as this.  

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June 20 Grassington circular

 Before launching into the doings of the day, I would like to "share" two observations:

One:  It is a fact that after 12 noon, your backpack gets heavier.  This happens even though you have drunk (what an unpleasant sounding past participle) water and eaten snacks.  There is a direct correlation, as well, between the heat of the day and the extra weight of the pack.  

Two:  People (not all, but some) in this part of the country  have jettisoned a number of consonants of the English alphabet and replaced them with glottal stops or just have not replaced them at all.

The first few miles of today's excursion followed tomorrow's start of the Dale's Way and then turned sharply to the left to territory not to be visited again.  

Heading out of town at about 6:00 a.m., I passed by this Polishing Shop; of course it was closed.  Later in the afternoon I simply had to return to ask what a polishing shop was!  They polish and repair furniture is what they do!  It smelled great!!

The scenery was gorgeous:

Mr Dignified:

These walls are a reminder of a VERY BAD thing I did today.  It was behind such a wall (see photo just below) that I decided to pee.  Wouldn't you know that a tractor went by while I was in the midst and even though I thought I was well hidden, the big, bright-pink-shirted lady driver knew what I was up to.  She soundly rebuked me because I had, unwittingly, to be sure, selected a spot that was reserved for making hay.  "Make your wee by the side of the road," she instructed.  I apologized and she roared off, no doubt looking for other offenders of the country code!

I have been thinking a lot about dry wall construction.  First, where do all the stones come from...the ones in the photo below were well embedded in the ground and it would have been a huge job to dig them out.  And these walls require SO MANY stones, and how do they get them to fit. Chatgpt suggests that these queries be referred to Dry Stone Walling Association, and Yorkshire Dry Stone Walling Guild for starters.  You can also search videos of Dry Stone Walls on YouTube if you really get into it!

By and by I came to the spot requiring the left turn. The marking on the app was pointing to a crevice that screeched, "suicide leap."  Turns out there was a track fairly parallel to the leap into nowhere, so I started down that way.  Then I thought, "Maybe I missed something," so I turned back to see if there was not a nice grassy way to go that I had missed.  There was not, so off on the stony track I went.

The views were still spectacular:

These guys did not run away:

Later on, when the app said "Take the road," I saw a sign that said "Foot Path," which seemed to be pointing in the right direction, so I took that instead and was richly rewarded by fields of buttercups:

Along the river, people were enjoying the perfectly beautiful day:

One perfectly perfect rose:

Back in town, I purchased a slice of fruitcake, two apples, a slab of Wensleydale cheese—Alex, this is so not the grocery store variety AT ALL!  It is way more smooth and delicious—a lemon, and some walnuts and one chocolate bar (not too big) and now I am so worried about the weight of my bag.  I started out with about 37-38 pounds (it is all that granola!  I really better stop saving it) and the limit is 44 lbs.  (20 kilos).  I think I can get away with the extras, but you know, those ounces add up!  

June 19, Grassington

 I ordered a taxi for 6:15 to take me to Bolton Bridge....this is where I left off the day before yesterday.  The taxi showed up on time, but the driver had no idea where the B 6160 was; that is the road that goes from Ilkley to Bolton Bridge.  This is like saying, "I don't know where I 91 is," when you want to go from New Haven to Home Depot (unless you are going to the Home Depot in Hamden or some other place).  I showed him a map.  I showed him 2 maps.  He called the dispatcher, and we got onto the B6160, and, with reluctance, he stopped where I asked him to.  By 6:30 I was on my way.

Who lives here?

Near the beginning, in some woods, there were a number of attractions for children.  Here are two:

Then there was this weirdo thing:

It looks like it has giant snails or brain parts or something all over it.  I tried looking it up, but did not get very far, but then again, I did not try very hard. Maybe I just don't understand art.

And there was another weirdo thing:

A tree stump converted to a seat...not weird so far...with a very large number of coins embedded into the wood and no sign giving you a story.

Oh, gee, I almost forgot Bolton Abbey:

Near Bolton Abbey is the Bolton Abbey Tea Room.  I did so want to use the bathroom, but the door to the facility was locked.  HOWEVER,

The defibrillator works 24/7!

One board for each foot:

which is all you really need.

The route today was absolutely gorgeous, every single step of it.

There was the river:

the sound of which was a lovely as the the look of it.  And there was birdsong.  And everything was green green green.

And there were big buttercups:

And a view across the river

And then there was this:

Umm, maybe named for this tree?:

Sometimes there are no words:

(Maybe he was groomed by a beauty school dropout)

The The Hebden Suspension Bridge admits a single file crossing in one direction at a time.  And yes, it does shake!!

Grassington get a lot of hype as far as towns on the Dales Way go.  It is cute for sure.  The town centers around a square that has more coffee/sandwich shops (all with identical menus) and ice cream venders and chocolate stores and the like and everything closes at 3:00 except for the convenience store that stays open until 9:00.  I had thought that the grocery situation would be much better than it actually is.  You see, when you Google "grocery stores in Grassington" you get results that show supers 20 minutes away by car.

Anyway, today I was not as done in as I was yesterday.  Maybe the moors are just tougher than the dales although the hills start in earnest on the next stage.  Anyway, The Grassington House Hotel where I am staying looks like the Ritz in the pictures, and although it is not quite a dump, it is a bunch of ridiculously decorated rooms over a pub is what it is!  And way overpriced! And hte walls are paper thin. But the guy at the bar did let me access my suitcase before check-in time so that I could change my shoes and get organized.  And the wi-fi works!