LEJOG day 28: Alsop-en-le-Dale to Priestcliffe

Today was another lovely day. The sun shone, the birds sang, I walked along a dismantled railway for half the day and had an ice cream on the village green at Monyash.

The only issue with gorgeous days like this one is that I find them much harder to write about in an entertaining way. Those of you who received email newsletters from any of my other adventures (I'm particularly thinking of my missives from New Zealand, here) will possibly have already realised that the only way I know how to be funny is when complaining.

I have nothing to complain about. I had a lovely breakfast, I chose the shorter, flatter route and my fear- that I'd see nothing worth seeing all day- was not realised, I got plenty of peace and quiet to enjoy the sunshine and general Outdoors, I arrived at a nice place for lunch at lunchtime with no particular effort, and I got to my B&B in time to have a shower before tea, which I drank sitting outside in yet more glorious sunshine.

I'm even managing to even out the terrible tan line across my wrists that five-and-a-half weeks in sunshine wearing two identical long-sleeved tops has caused.

Distance walked: 12.99 miles
Time taken: 4h12
Percentage completed: 39.1%
Miles per £1 of boot: 3.88
Lunch: ham and cheese pannini, mug of tea (I decided against the pint of tea, although it was an option) and a chocolate ripple ice cream
Last night's B&B: Oxdales Farm, near Alsop-en-le-Dale: lovely lovely- warm welcome, generous dinner (and my fourth panna cotta of the trip), comfy bed, excellent breakfast- what more could you want?










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