Day 27 Thurs 26-05-2005
Gargrave to Horton-in-Ribblesdale
I'm up, packed and ready to go at 7:15. Richard is going to have an easy day (he deserves it), so we make our farewells, unsure if our paths will cross again. I rib him about missing the game last night, and wend my way the eight or so miles toward Malham. The weather was humid, overcast, and foggy. At Malham, I got some breakfast, and decided to leave the Pennine Way for the day, and take the easier and straighter route via Helwith Bridge to Horton-in-Ribblesdale. The Pennine Way went through some wonderful country, but it zig zagged wildly, the clouds were low and I decided on a pragmatic approach to the rest of the day.
Just before Helwith Bridge, I picked up the Ribble Way, and after a pint in the Helwith Bridge pub (original name!), I followed the river Ribble into Horton-in-Ribblesdale.
I found a campsite, got my tent up, and had a walk around this isolated but sunny village.
I was taking it easy in my tent - Archers again - when I was startled by a tremendous shout of "Foshy!!" Richard had caught me up again! We chatted while he erected his tent, and retired later to the pub, for a pint. (In Richard's case a pint of Coke and lime - yeeuuukk!) Richard had certainly been around - as far as Everest, Africa and many other places. It was really interesting to chat with him about his travels.