Pennine Way in Pictures, Part 3

Snow in the early hours.



Today I will mostly be following the River Tees.
 

Upper Teesdale was a remote place.

The River Tees was striking in that it was wide and shallow.
 

View from Dine Holm Scar looking down to the stone quarry.
 

High Force.
 

Low Force.
 

Leaving Middleton-in-Teesdale the next morning after staying at the Teesdale Hotel.
 

Grassholme Reservoir.
 

Brew stop at the bird hide at Blackton Reservoir.
 

Cotherstone Moor.
 

Camped out on Bowes Moor.
 

Sleightholme Beck.



Following the beck up onto Sleightholme Moor.

I passed another Pennine wayfarer just before this shot.  He was going south to north, and was the first I had seen.  Turns out he was the only one I saw over the whole walk.
 

The Tan Hill Inn, Britain's highest pub and tonight's place of rest.  It surprised me just how high up it was.  Getting to it from here took awhile as the snow was quite deep a little further on.
 

Looking back over Sleightholme Moor. 
 

I had a lovely stay here.  I was their only customer that evening...the owner Louise and the bar staff were very friendly and welcoming.  Life up here was far from ordinary I was to learn....epic tales of getting snowed in.  I'm definitely gonna revisit this pub again and would recommend it to anyone!
 

Heading down to Keld next morning.
 

East Gill Force.
 

 

Hugging the high contours of Swaledale the weather got worse.
 

 

The area around the village of Thwaite is famous for it's cowhouses.  I made the safe decision to stay overnight here as the forecast wasn't great for going up Great Shunner Fell.  I stayed at the Usha Gap campsite, and as I was the only customer she let me crash out in their facilities building.
 

Great Shunner Fell.
 

The wind blowing from the south west was savage.  The wind-chill was the worst I'd ever experienced.  Later on that day I found I had frost nip on my penis, but after a few hours in the hotel the swelling subsided.  The lesson here was clear....I should have put my over trousers on.
 

Even though it was freezing my Patagonia R1 light fleece and Arc'teryx Squamish wind-shirt kept me warm enough along with the warmth I was generating plodding uphill.
 

At the summit I tried to make a cuppa...but none of my 3 lighters were having any of it.  I donned my insulated jacket and carried on.  The trig point here is actually incorporated into the shelter.
 

Coming down into Wensleydale, where I stayed at the Bull's Head Hotel in Hawes.  The new owners from Australia had only been here 2 weeks and their hospitality was awesome.  Hawes was a lovely little town.
 

Rottenstone Hill.
 

Grove Head at the head of Snaizeholm Valley, from the West Cam Road (an old drove route).



Walking into the Yorkshire Three Peaks area...Ingleborough in the distance.
 

Whernside.
 

Pen y Ghent.
 

Bed.