First hint of blue:
Then into sun, but turn west into wind up long valley, clouds again, stop to take Londoners Lawrence and Gisela's picture for them at waterfall.
Leave Yorkshire Dales national park and enter Cumbria, descending. At the turn to climb steeply up to road to my lodgings, the Fat Lamb Inn, I stop at 12th century Pendragon Castle ruins, where I chat with cyclist Sarah, who's sitting on wall reading while drying out her tent. She's been riding Pennine bridle paths on her fat tires, just out for a few days. She spent 12 years teaching elementary school in Texas but no hint of it in her Brit accent.
Nice sunset from lodging, though clouding up again. When I step outside for a quick view of the moors at dark, before my 3rd best bitter, see a flairing meteor against the still lit sky to northwest. Good day at end.




What's with the big purple sheep? :-}}
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