Old naked man?

Old naked man?

Originally uploaded by Dawnriser

No not me discarding my wet cycling kit in public, just another tea
house along the way. I’m in Settle. The rain eased after Ingleton,
where I changed my inner layers of wet clothes for dry ones. At
Clapham I changed my socks and lined sodden trainers with plastic
bags. The outer layers had dried out by the time I reached Settle and
now – it’s raining again.

By my reckoning there’s another 30 miles left starting with a vertical
climb away from here!

Despite the weather I’m riding through spectacular country. Snipe and
lapwing screech in the fields, sheep scatter alarmed as a streak of
yellow flies past on a silver machine, and motorists make way with
sympathetic looks from the warmth of their cars. I’ve met only two
other cyclists today – both cheerful, both wet! Now I’m heading for
Malham.

Deepdale

Deepdale

Originally uploaded by Dawnriser

It’s cold and bleak up here. The rain’s coming down in torrents with
just a short respite every now and then.
I can feel the damp through to my skin and I’m thinking “what am  I doing
up here on this bleak moor?”
I look forward to reaching Ingleton for a break.

Rain rain and more rain

Rain rain and more rain

Originally uploaded by Dawnriser

The promised fine morning was washed away within a few minutes of
leaving Hawes. The inclines on the road to Ingleton soon warm up my
muscles. No gentle warm up like the one I enjoyed yesterday on the
road to Kettlewell.
So now I’m in Dent. A quaint cobbled street runs through the heart of
the village. There’s a station too – several miles out – and this
viaduct carries the tracks of the Settle – Carlisle railway to it.