The Lion Inn is a lovely old place, built like a rabbit warren. The bathrooms and bedrooms are updated and very nice. Breakfast was delicious with fresh eggs, bacon, and toast. We looked over our maps and started out with high hopes of a shorter day on the road.
One of Lion Dining Areas
Lion Inn
Unlike Monday we made our mistake right at the beginning rather than waiting to the last bit. We knew we should see White Betty which our map shows as a cross. In our eagerness to see Betty we overlooked our turn and took the next right. Our little mistake added 4 miles to our day. A twelve miler became an unfortunate 16. Just as we turned around into the wind it began to rain with a bit more intent.
Road on the moors from Lion Inn
View from the road.
Sign we should have turned at.
Not White Betty
White Betty
Once we got to the real White Betty, we were on the right track and looked VERY carefully for the right signs.
We had a turn off the road by the carved stone up the Great Fryup Lane.
Carved. Stone
Round this gate and onto a track.
Trough House one of our markers
Odd, but lovely flowers that look like sheep wool.
Track was rocky and just went on and on.
We had occasional showers and kept putting on and taking off our rain jackets. It wasn’t cold, but occasionally it got windy.
Cairn
Fence and gate at end of path.
On a road
We took the track to the right while road went to left.
Road across moor land with farms on the valley to our right.
There were lots of tracks and paths off this road. We kept looking for the tarn, but it seemed a long time before it appeared.
Tarn
Arncliffe
Building in Arncliffe
Gentleman I chatted with. These are seven sister roses.
Beggar’s Bridge
Footpath through the woods
Egton Bridge is absolutely charming with its stately stone buildings, gorgeous gardens, and charming, but in need of repair bridge.
Egton Bridge
Where we had supper
Tony’s pint
I think I was standing under the signe pointing to the right and saying, “Rosedale Abbey”, when I saw the tall, dark, thin stone cross ahead and shouted out, “Fat Betty!” to Mary…down the wrong road. Fat bety, as you can see, is short, white, and fat. Just like the guide author said.
Our mantra has been, “Oh well.” So we said a few of them, interspersed with other, more pointed comments, and got back on track.
Otherwise a beautiful hike. Mine was 18.5 miles, but we did it, errors and all, in about 7 1/2 hours which, considering the stopping and starting to check the maps, was pretty short on this course.
Tomorrow is the Surge. Sixteen miles in, we hope, sixteen miles.