As we approached a lone building in the middle of nowhere (now a youth hostel), a walker was sitting alone under a striped umbrella eating his lunch. We were wet and cold and getting hungry. Barb's comment: "If he had had Coleman's (mustard), I'd have been right there under that umbrella." As it was, we found a minimally protected spot to eat a hasty lunch before we froze our fingers.
We had to abandon the day's high route as it remained lost in fog. The alternative route was longer by a couple of miles (making it a 17-mile day, much of it on roads). But the descent into the Dash Valley was stunning and was even accompanied by a bit of sun. Judi had chosen the taxi route that day, so we met her in the pub in Caldbeck where we made the delightful acquaintance of a dog named Alfie. That's one of the greatnesses of English pubs - dogs are as welcome as humans!
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