Nobody messed with the clocks and the 10:52 train from Ribblehead to Horton was on time.
The main challenge was that it was chucking it down. In fact it chucked it down till I got high up on the slopes of Ingleborough, at which point, the hill fog started to lift, revealing a strange white shape on the hillside about four hundred metres from the path. Despite the fact that my specs were in my pocket, I formed the opinion that the strange white lump could be an aircraft where I’d never seen an aircraft before, so I sploshed off for a look, hoping that it wasn’t occupied by anybody.
It was indeed an aircraft and an, apparently fairly recently crashed one too. Luckily, there was nobody in it. (An internet search afterwards revealed that it had crashed on 21 March and that the two occupants had been injured and rescued by the cave rescue organisation). The plane was heavily damaged and the cockpit was crushed, so it seems miraculous that an individual could survive.
I returned to the path and slogged up on to Ingleborough for my pheasant, orange and brandy pie wot I’d bought at the farmers market in Barnard Castle yesterday. Bruno, and somebody else’s pet dog both offerred to help, but I struggled through.
After this, I did a quick bit of light navigation and wandered off towards Swine Tail and Simon Fell, joining up with a couple of walkers who were making up their walk as they went along, in a commendable style, in my opinion. They’d decided to head for Ribblehead and then to road-walk back to Horton. They were in training for a go at the Yorkshire Three Peaks in the summer, so a bit of distance was just the thing.
We walked on to Park Fell, where the sun came out and they altered their route (bless ‘em…) on realising that the intake wall would lead them to Alum pot and Selside and a much shorter road walk.
I carried on Northwards, finding unmapped paths which ended in the quarry at Ribblehead which has a short nature-trail-type walk.
This was the 32nd time up Ingleborough for me, not counting one day in 1984 when we searched the place for somebody who was somewhere else and bagged the summit several times.
Today was 9 miles and just over 2000 feet of climbing. the knee is not specially happy. It doesn’t seem to like steep downhill contours.