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The good thing about being retired is that you can go out for the day whenever you feel like it. No need to wait for the weekend when everyone else is out and about and the roads are congested with traffic.
Yesterday was a fine, warm, late summer's day, and I took the opportunity to go for a walk in the Yorkshire Dales. I drove to the tiny hamlet of Litton in Littondale and walked over Plover Hill to Pen-y-ghent. I stopped for lunch at the top of Pen-y-ghent, and there were about half a dozen other people there. There were also several other people on the short stretch of Pennine Way that I walked along. Apart from that, I had the hills to myself and didn't meet another person all day.
On the drive home, I was held up by a farmer who was slowly shepherding a flock of sheep along the narrow road with the aid of an eager and hardworking sheepdog. I had to follow them along at slower than walking pace for about 15 minutes until they turned off into a field. But I don't mind that sort of hold-up. It's not nearly so frustrating as a traffic jam in the city or on a motorway.
Here's a photo of Pen-y-ghent Beck and Pen-y-ghent Hill, with the green pasture of Upper Hesleden farm sandwiched between them.
And this is the steep end of Pen-y-ghent, as seen from the Pennine Way.
