Description

I have come over Nan Bield. From here the valley is enclosed by fine crags; locked up, it seems, beyond access. But there is a way, and I have come that way. My way was by new and lovely country through Orton to Shap, and a devilish hard way it was. But life is that way and mostly not nearly so pleasant as that tail of a road to Shap. These hard mountain roads knock hunger into you, and if you are without food they take your knee-strength away and leave you gasping inches where you would have strode yards before, but you learn a lot; you come up again like a cork in a storm and get yourself beached alright.