My type-written journal of the family’s 1992 trip to England, with mentions of both Ribblehead and Dentdale – and Rachel’s famous fall into the river Ribble. It’s a pity the accompanying photos are still in the U.S
But the cloud cover dissipated and we got some wonderful skies throughout the rest of the day
Lunch was at the remains of the only building we came across on the trail
Dentdale opened up before us . . .
. . . and we headed down into the valley, me sliding down the hillsides on my bottom where it became too steep for walking!
Crazily angled stile
Pink hillside – a mixture of rosebay willow herb and early heather
Once down the really steep section and into the tiny hamlet of Cowgill we had to climbed back up out of the valley to Dent station where we boarded the train home.