Far Gearstones to Dent

Today we got up to a light rain, which lasted until we reached Dent. Rhonda is hurting but wanted to walk. She says that every time she winced because of her knee pain, her face hurt. But she made it the ten miles and it was really beautiful as we came down from the high raggedy meadows into the wild flower strewn hay fields, from the narrow high valleys into the broad rolling bottomlands.

I don't look too happy here, but it really was not that bad. The Inn half way through the days walk where we planned to eat was closed, so we gobbled a bite standing under a tree.

 

 

 

Dent itself is very picturesque with its narrow cobbled streets. We are staying at the George and Dragon. We got in early and camped out in the pub and played Bannagrams until it filled up with diners. Then we ate and talked with three women sitting next to us about the Royals and American and British politics.