In Arnside I joined the gym, and one day found myself sat on a rowing machine conversing with another member who turned out to be Pete. We had not seen each other for the best part of forty years, and neither of us recognised the other until conversation enlightened us.
|The Sprint from Garnett Bridge bridge|
|Lower Long Sleddale|
|The path/track does not follow close to the river, which was a bit disappointing, but the views were good compensation|
|Getting back to the river|
|The river is less vigorous here, but it bubbles along like some kind of brown Champagne|
|Click to enlarge|