Frost, blue sky, fluffy clouds, little breeze.
With a curlew warbling overhead at day break this promised to be a perfect day and so far is.
The recommended cafe in Earby still wasn’t open at ten past eight and i wasn’t loosing any more time waiting so at the bakers purchased a couple of large sausage rolls and headed out of town on an old rail track bed to reconnect with the pennine way over fields towards Gargrave.
The route includes a short piece of the Leeds and Liverpool canal which is lucky as this piece contains an unusual double bridge.
Passed a lady on horse back and commented on what a splendid area she lived in, her reply was yes but not as nice as Scotland, which i assured her i looked forward to.
The cafe in Gargrave is combined with old fashioned sweet shop, the shelving also festooned with old memorabilia that doesn’t show well in my phone picture.
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