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: