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Day started well. Short walk from Shap to cross the M6 and from there up onto the moors. Very bleak but impressive landscape, very different from the lakes, but no less isolated (sorry Bev, still no coffee shops).
And yes, we're still bog trotting!! Nicky decided that she really could jump the bogs (forgot she was wearing a backpack) and landed face first in the mud - so much for clean ish trousers. .. (see the supplementary post for a laugh! !) Bev has not let Nicky forget this little incident since...
And of course we're still smiling. Especially when we came across a tearoom serving cream teas at just the right time of day. Bliss!
Although Bev did have a major sense of humour failure when we arrived at our accommodation for the evening. A camping barn in the middle of nowhere (an old 16th C shepherd's cottage) - brilliant as far as I was concerned, minorly better once I'd got a hot drink and meal into Bev and we were cuddled up in our respective sleeping bags with 2 hot water bottles each (no, I'm not kidding! )
I'm so glad Bev went to sleep quickly as the sheep and lambs were banging on the door to be let in all night, and there were 3 sat on the doorstep in the morning.
Highlight of the morning; watching a lamb being born right outside the window. Aaahhh.
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