Humphrey Head. More Photos

Arriving at Grange Over Sands, John R checks out our route.

A price must be paid for clear skies in January. Some of our most inventive minds were given the task of coming up with ideas on how to operate a camera, whilst at the same time keeping our hands warm. Unable to rise to the task, the conclusion reached was, we're just a bunch of wimps.

The wooden hoardings that for many years had been blocking the view of Grange's long abandoned outdoor swimming pool. Have now had several little windows cut into them.

The Brochure like Pictures alongside are perhaps there to try to entice an entrepreneur with deep pockets, to invest in Grange's future.

Stopping for a brew, Martin as if by magic, produced some of his winter warmer. And John W as if by magic has found a way to keep his ears warm.

Time to move on H.

Passing Cedric Robinson's cottage, but no sign of Cedric

But his next door neighbours were out, sat on the doorstep.

From here we had to cross the track.

Ingleborough.

Has John found a wee dinghy, or a shelter for walkers on inclement days?

A convenient lunch venue.

Lunch over, we encountered some marshy ground.

Our objective within reach, we set off along the road towards the headland, but checking our watches and realising that we were running late.........

.......we decided to head back. Even the most intrepid of explorers have to sometimes make tough decisions. 

As did the three wise men, we set off back by a different route, taking a rest here before climbing a steep hill to an old tower.

Our reward for climbing the tower, (Having a look round it) was thwarted. Workmen were busy repairing it. As I'm walking away
I hear a familiar voice cry, "The vikings have landed". Which preceded a bit of banter with the workmen.

Dropping down into Kents Bank, it wasn't long before we were back at the car park, enjoying Martins shandy.
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