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The Hill Inn was open as I passed, so I didn’t! There is no point in a holiday if you are going to retain the habit of clocking-on and clocking-off. After clocking-off from the Hill Inn I rode a few miles and settled down by Gale Beck for sandwiches and a siesta (nothing to do with the beer, of course, just healthy exercise), and woke feeling like the proverbial polar bear, only too glad of the hard grind over Newbyhead Moss to restore the circulation. Then a lovely ride down Widdale and down the road to Apperset, with the Widdale Beck far below on the left.