Friday 5 October 2007--I leave Chester, join the M6 between Liverpool and Manchester, and zoom through
Lancashire. From Lancaster, I take the road northeast, through Ingleton and into the Pennines. My destination is Dent, in
Dentdale, which is within Yorkshire Dales National Park, although it is actually in Cumbria. Again, the drive is shorter
than expected, so I bypass Dentdale and drop into Wensleydale. At Hardraw, I stop in at the Green Dragon to see the
landlord, Mark Thompson, who was landlord at the Kings Arms in Reeth when I first landed there. It turns out he is in
France, but a half of Landlord seems in order, anyway. I enjoy it in the sunshine on the terrace out front.
Over Buttertubs Pass, down into Swaledale, along to Reeth. I spent several nights of my trip here for four years,
starting in 2000. I don't know anyone here any more, aside from George, the human bar fixture; even the furnishings have
changed. I have another half of Landlord, anyway, and poke around the market in the square.
Down the road, at the graveyard in Grinton, I pay my respects to Fremmie.
The back road from Grinton to Harkerside is an old favorite, with great views over Reeth and Swaledale. Then it's
up over the moor to Wensleydale, and then Dent. It's a charming little town with a cobbled main street--real
cobbles, not the square-cut setts that everyone calls cobblestone--and a good pub in the George and Dragon. I have a
pint of the local beer in the Sun to finish the evening.
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