Day 23; Boredom

Simon, the chatty owner of our B&B gave me and Kate a lift to Dubsop Bridge where we were starting our walk. The beginning of our day was beautiful, green hills with small streams that gently flowed between them, sunshine (of course) and me and Kate... what more could the world ask for!? 

We were heading just past Acrington; a standard northern town with terraced houses and pubs on every corner filled with strong accents of which I still couldn't understand. 

We finally reached our camp site after a long day with not a lot to see, pitched our tent, showered and then ate our dinner in the comfort of our tent- then the rain began. Heavily. It was quite fun to be cosy inside and hear the British weather bless us once again outside.