Many waterfalls - and HOW much?

I had a bad night’s sleep, being awake from 2-6 so it was a late start for our walk.

It was about 1/2 mile through fields from the campsite to Ingleton then over a mile through the village to the start of the walk. The farmer whose field we are parked on told us we’d have to pay, as the walk was owned by a London company. We were shocked to find the £8 per person entry did not put people off - the huge car park was almost full. (I suggested we should have a discount as there had been no rain for a month.). The walk was one-way and there were signs to be Covid-aware and keep a distance. This didn’t happen. It was busier than the Inca Trail. And certainly busier than Northumberland Street the first day the shops were open. We didn’t see anyone over 50 - it was mainly young couples and young families.

It was a beautiful walk past many waterfalls as the River Twizz tumbled down deep gorges amid trees just coming into leaf. There were lots of steep steps on a rocky path, climbing to 1000 ft above sea level. Eventually we reached more open country, then the path took us over to join another river, the Doe, which had equally pretty waterfalls on the way back to the village.

I could have cried by the time we got back to the village as my plantar fasciitis and arthritic ankle were so painful after a few hours on a hard surface and we still had 1.5 Miles to get back to the van. The pain (and the crowds) really spoiled what would have been a lovely walk.

We are now back at the van, sitting in the sun with The Guardian and a glass of chilled white wine. Keep up the good work about the sleaze-ridden government Gruniad.

Joan loaned me the recent biography of Sylvia Pankhurst. I read 50 pages last night so only 840 to go. What a wonderful woman.

Oh and a couple of nights ago we finally watched “The Trial of the Chicago 7”. Very good, but then Alan Sorkin did script it.

I’m pretty sure I’ll sleep tonight!