Today was the brochure-perfect walking day. Clear skies, rolling hills, fields of buttercups, a lunch of local cheese, bread and apples in a farmer's field. We took our time and the trip photographer took picture after picture to capture the day. He got photos of Andy and Colleen from Lincolnshire. Backpacking happily without a timeline, they were both bright and shiny as new pennies. He got photos of the Shap Abbey ruins with relics ranging from 1200 - 1550 -- to include the mostly intact West Tower and stores. The history boggles the mind. He got umpteen photos of sheep and lambs, landscapes and flowers, even an RAF fighter jet exercising overhead. He got pictures of finger posts and the vivid emerald green stretch of the rutted C2C path across newly mown fields. This was a day made to be photographed . . .
And to see those photos, you'll have to check back in a few weeks, because today the photographer's camera "got away from" him (his words not mine). Nothing was formatted for the blog. Whaaaat? So instead of Cliff's pictures, tonight I offer my iPhone photos, where my only job is to capture snaps of the photographer (to prove the man behind the camera was really there!). Note the beautiful blue skies . . .
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| Photographer Adjusting his Boots |
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| Photographer Crossing a Stile |
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| Photographer, No Explanation Required |
At this point (after a 13-mile day -- all without the much-touted bog), we've stopped for the night in the tiny village of Orton -- known for its church (dating back to 1293), chocolate factory and old village charm. Our B&B is a restored barn house built in 1854. And yes, the pub had our favorite sports drinks on tap! We're heading now toward Yorkshire, where my mind runs wild with Yorkshire farm images from the 1970s books by James Herriot.
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