Keld to Reeth, 11 miles.
We woke to mist and rain the next morning (pic shows the bedroom view the evening before). With the weather providing little inclination to go outside, we chatted to our good hosts. Two things stand out in my mind.
They were having a bad spell of rat trouble in the outhouses. Although no longer a working farm, some old buildings still stood and in these the vermin were freely wandering. They opened a door to one and we watched the creatures walking about clearly untroubled by our presence. I've never before or since seen so many of the things.
One of my hobbies is flying R/C model aeroplanes and, incredibly, our host (Who's name I'm ashamed to admit I never recorded) did so too so we spent time chatting in his loft hangar.
Time to leave and sad too as Frith Lodge had really felt like a snug home from home. Mary declined the 4x4 expedition down to the bottom but we fancied another rollercoaster ride - more head banging.
The day was wet and misty. We passed the group from the USA who were walking back to Kirkby Stephen and wondered which route to take ourselves. We were heading for Reeth of course and had three options.
We could ascend into the murk and try and pick our way across the high ground. Alternatively we could take the river path route or simply walk along the road.
Given the horrible conditions we opted for the road. It was a day when walkers get lost in the hills and the river path would be no more enjoyable, I could see no shame in being sensible. We got to Reeth by 2pm via a couple of dry yet expensive tea rooms.
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