DAY THREE

DAY THREE

Woke up at a sensible time and headed for breakfast in the White lion pub. Plenty of cerial out in the counter but no bowl so we sat down and waited. A loud Spanish family sat at the table opposite and there two year old girl proceded to rip a leaflet into confetti and throw it over the floor before poring milk and musli onto the table to tuck in. We then had a very nice full English breakfast and Ash braved trying a fried egg.
We had a relaxed start having a coffee with Dawn before we set off down the canal to pick upthe Pennine way.
It was like a photography master class on our way up and out or Hebdon as we stopped to take photos of loads of wild flowers for the spotters book and other interesting things.
Walking up a steep cobbled path, wild flowers covered in morning due leaned in on each side to create something you would see in a Beatrix Potter book. At the top someone was playing a harmonica so Dawn and Ash had s little dance.
We stopped for lunch at a tranquil stream or at least it was apart from the biting insects.
Nothing much more exciting until we got to Bronty land and the Withering Heights farmhouse. Did I say 'more exciting?' this really wasn't much more than a few falling down walls and Ash wanted to know why it wasn't that barn over there, if that pile of rocks over there or the one back there that was the 'actual' place?
And so the walk down to Ponden, a few final fell runners with whippet. Dawn the visious Dog Trampler stood on the poor dog as it ran past.
Final mile was fairly tough Tarmac walking as the signs saying how far still to go were depressing. We arrived late at the guest house and let ourselvs in with a key left in the boot for us. The house was like a colourful David Hockney painting but really nicely decorated and welcoming. We quickly got ready and headed down into Howarth for a pub lunch before dark at the Old White Lion.