Day Ten, Keld to Bowes: 12.5 miles
At the Butt House in Keld, Chris and Jacqui have installed a very clever boot drier since our last visit. This fabulous little contraption enabled us to step into dry boots as we set off to Bowes this morning. And by noon, one never would have known . . . but I'm getting ahead of myself.
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| Goodbye, Keld! |
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| Hello, Tan Hill! |
This morning we bid farewell to our pals at the Butt House under some variable skies -- fast moving high clouds and patches of just enough blue to tease us. Knowing we had more time than we needed to complete today's route (couldn't check in at the Ancient Unicorn in Bowes before 1630), we ambled up to Tan Hill (England's highest pub), where we stopped for a coffee break, before heading into the moorland (read bog) just beyond the pub.
By the time we were thirty minutes into the 3.25 miles of bog that define the moorland, our boots, socks and feet were wet again.
Still yet, thanks to the bogs, even when it's not raining here, one is guaranteed wet boots nonetheless 😆. However, we have to brag that this was a complete NO RAIN day. While temps stayed cool and the clouds rolled in and out, our wet weather gear stayed tucked in our packs for the duration of the day (yipee!).
The British, we have noticed, take each wet day completely in stride (every pun intended). And that alone signals to us that despite the succession of lovely sunny days we enjoyed on the Coast-to-Coast in 2015, this wet weather is quite the norm. With that in mind, we are intent upon walking like a true Englishman and woman -- with straight-ahead pragmatism, no-excuses determination and can-do attitude. And quite honestly, as we walk each day I marvel at the sense of absolute peace and happiness I feel on these long-distance walks. It's a stress-free, more heart-than-head existence. We are grateful for the ability and desire to continue these long-distance walking adventures.
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| Cliff ahead of me on the moor |
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| Ewe and lamb enjoying the sunshine (almost as much as us) |
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| Ruins of the Bowes Castle (circa 1170) |
By the time we were thirty minutes into the 3.25 miles of bog that define the moorland, our boots, socks and feet were wet again. Still yet, thanks to the bogs, even when it's not raining here, one is guaranteed wet boots nonetheless 😆. However, we have to brag that this was a complete NO RAIN day. While temps stayed cool and the clouds rolled in and out, our wet weather gear stayed tucked in our packs for the duration of the day (yipee!). 
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