If Lauren is still speaking to me at the end of this day, I will be one thankful Momma. In truth, it will be something of a red-letter day. We'll cross the Pennines (the so-called backbone of the British Isles) and in doing so, will also cross the watershed on the Coast to Coast. From the summit at Nine Standards Rigg (a bitch by all counts), all rivers flow eastwards to drain in to the North Sea.
Secondly, we will pass from Cumbia into Yorkshire. At day's end, we will be halfway through our adventure!!! But before we claim that achievement, we'll have to negotiate the peat bogs most of the day. Bring out the waders! There are actually three routes over the moors that we will chose from depending upon the water level and weather. No exaggeration that waders are a requirement for the day. Short of a miracle, we will find ourselves up to our thighs in bogs at least once today!
I'm sure we'll arrive in Keld looking road-weary and in desperate need of a bath. Keld means "spring" in Norse and the Swale River, dyed brown by the peat, rushes past the village. There are several impressive waterfalls or cascades (locally known by the Norse word "forces") that I'd like to see but after 14 miles on the trail, it's likely all we'll see in Keld is our dinner table and our bed.
We spend the night at Keld House and we better sleep well because tomorrow.....it's another 14 miles to Reeth! Come one Lauren! One foot in front of the other!
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