Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Walking Yorkshire - Pen-y-Ghent

Nephew Joe had been passed into my care for the day so we thought a quick jaunt up one of Yorkshire's most travelled peaks would be a good day out.  It was blustery at Horton-In-Ribblesdale, the wind had become stiff as climbed the lower slopes, and by the time we had made the last turn for the summit it was a constant, pounding force, like trying to walk forwards into a jet engine testing tunnel.
Mountain boy.

It is said that it's a rare day when you cannot fly a kite on the summit of any of the Three Peaks, kite flying on Monday I think would have involved the flyee being pulled off the summit to a painful, if not fatal, descent on the boulder strewn steep east slopes.

Pen-y-Ghent summit looking towards Horton.
We were on the top in 1 hour 15 mins, to be honest, that was only because I was slowing Joe down.  With his boundless 12 year old energy Joe had taken to running up some sections of the path, then running back down to where I was slowly panting my way up.

Pen-y-Ghent summit and trig point.

The wind at the top was really quite impressive, either blowing full face on and trying to force itself into your lungs, or tearing sideways across your face with the alternate feeling that the air was actually moving too fast to breath.  Down in the valley it had been pleasantly warm, up on the top the wind was bitterly cold.

On the way back down we had a short detour to peer down Hull Pot before getting back to the village, where, as we were at the wrong end of the Easter holidays, the Pen-y-Ghent cafe was sadly closed, so no tea and fruit cake for us.

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