The Jolly Drovers and Rotheryhaugh

Day 4 of the Walking Festival. I was out on the long walk, a strenuous route from Gilsland to Haltwhistle via Rotheryhaugh and Burnt Divot.

We always call Burnt Divot, The Jolly Drovers, because it has a history as a pub. It is a ruin in the middle of nowhere. Rotheryhaugh is a farmhouse and farm buildings also in the middle of nowhere. It has fallen into rack and ruin.

It was sunny but bitterly cold to start the day. We were delighted with dry conditions underfoot, especially in the forests. Usually we are plodging our way through. There were intermittent hail showers and we could watch the clouds rolling in, depositing the hail upon us and then moving off.

Today's photo is of the group at the Jolly Drovers, looking for a pint. It was just before the hail descended. At other times the sky was bright blue with fluffy white clouds.

I had a meal at Maureen and Brian's tonight along with Angela, Suzanne and Ann who are all staying there.