Day 2

Well after 10 hours walking on day 1 and very little sleep due to very noisy campers at the camp site, i was shattered on day 2. Again it looked like a perfect walking day when we woke up, but i wasn't taking any more chances, i wore my waterproofs and gaitors, determined to stay at least semi dry.

I am so glad i waterproofed myself, because as soon as we started to ascend the hills, the cloud started to drift in again and surround us. It was truly miserable. I may have enjoyed walking in the rain if we could have at least seen the views (not that they are that wonderful).

The route on day 2 involved walking through some of Yorkshires "star attractions", but i must say i didn't see anything fabulous about trow gill of gaping gill, they were a bit pants if you ask me.

Anyway, Ingleborough seemed to be a never ending hill, i may think that because all we could see was white all around us, but it really did go on forever and yet again we were all getting pretty wet and i was really concerned for the contents of my bag. My sleeping bag had got a little bit wet on the first day, i was simply praying that it could survive another soaking. Another worry was that Caroline was getting drenched. I will admit that i thought her poncho was kinda funky when we started on day 1, but it was a tad impractical in the torrential rain. Thankfully, i found a fleece neatly folded at Little Ingleborough and Caroline was really glad of it. She must have a guardian angel or something, either that or i stole someones fleece whilst they had gone to the toilet.

When we got to the top of Ingleborough, Lisa used the last of her enthusiasm to do a lil' trig jig on the camera and we gave Andy the flat cap we found in the "miracle fleece" pocket. - He can really pull of the Yorkshire man look.

Time dragged as we headed to camp at Braida Garth Farm and my feet were killing me, as i'd been walking in wet boots all day. Although the weather brightened up towards the end of the afternoon, we were really behind time and Carolines foot was hurting really badly. In the end, as we approached the end of the waterfall walk, caroline was walking with one boot off and me and ruth were carrying her bag between us. By the time we got into camp that night, it was beginning to get dark, we had been out almost 11 hours and we were exhausted. We were definitely getting a raw deal on this expedition. So much for the 8 hours recommended walking a day.