DAY TEN

DAY TEN

We woke on time and made a concerted effort to be in time for breakfast, since we were due to meet Matt the photographer from the magazine. We went down and soon located him studying a map in the corner. With a nervous tone he asked us if we would mind walking back to High Force waterfall as he wanted photos of us there. We pointed out to him that this was four miles back and would add eight miles onto our day. Matt joined us for breakfast and we all agreed a possible solution to get the photos he wanted and mean we only needed to walk two extra miles.

After leaving Matt we rejoined the Pennine Way for the walk to Cauldren Snout waterfall. It was much more impressive than High Force and we had to scramble up the side to reach the Pennine Way above. A great start to today's walk and worth the balancing act along the bolders up the river edge.

From here we head up onto the moors for a good four miles of heather and scrubland before we crossed a bridge and came accross High Cup. The weather was good and the view clear as we arrived at the head of the valley. Dropping steeply down on both sides we stood looking in awe at the equilivent of Englands Grand Canyon. We stopped for about half an hour and took in the view while eating a very welcome lunch.

Matt joined us again at this point and took some more photos before walking down with us to Dufton. We took Trevor's advice and took the correct path down thus meaning we didn't walk five miles unecessarily. There were great views on the way and we chatted with Matt about our journey so far, and what kind of article they were looking to write. Matt had asked why we choose to do it, and wondered if it was a journey of self descovery. I told him it was something I'd always wanted to do and for Ash it was a chance to do something he would be unlikely get the chance to do.

By about five we arrive in Dufton and thought a drink was in order at the pub. Unfortunately it didn't open until six so we were out of luck and we bid farewell to Matt. We searched the village until we found the B&B Hall Croft. 

It was a charming place run by a retired gentleman and his wife, who was out teaching at the nearby primary school. We were treated to a big cup of tea and homemade cake before being shown our room. 

By about seven we were hungry so we set off to be pub for dinner. It soon became apparent that there was no food being served in the village as they had just fired their chef! Nightmare! What do we do now? The village did nothing and the B&B owners had gone out. Only one thing to do, a picnic in the bedroom with all our bits and pieces we had collected over the last few days. This all went down well with a video an cuppa before bed.