It’s been a while since my last blog, and it’s a shame really, I do really enjoy editing photos and writing, however I’m still trying to settle in to my new job. To be frankly honest I haven’t actually done anything I enjoy for a while, such as photography, nor been happy. I must admit I feel deflated coming home after work and have no motivation to do much… I won’t dwell on this too much, but I do think it’s really important to be able to identify what you really want out of a job – deep, eh? – for me, I want to be able to go outdoors/travel (yeah everyone’s dreams I know, but basically I don’t just want to be glued to a computer 9-5), be part of a team that can work well together and is sociable/welcoming, and something that is creative. Right, moping and ‘philosophy’ lesson over.

Ingleborough, the second highest peak out of the Yorkshire Three Peaks. As mentioned previously, we weren’t challenging ourselves as such with these peaks, but hiking them to enjoy panoramic views of the Yorkshire Dales.

Looking back at Pen-y-ghent
Somewhere on Sulber Nick

Setting off from Horton-in-Ribblesdale, we headed towards Horton Quary and onto Sulber Nick for a gentle ascent through Simon Fell Breast, where we were greeted with typical British weather and a line of sheep blocking our path… It seemed to be a stalemate, the sheep stood their ground and we even went off the path to let them past (there was stream behind us… you get the picture), but they weren’t having it… however as we crept slowly up and around the path, the sheep decided we were too close and popped off the path and ran down the hill like there was no tomorrow… Next onto the Dales High way, which eventually lead us to the summit with brilliant views of… grey clouds…

Sheep everywhere
The summit in sight-ish… clouds descending

From what I recall, the ascent up Ingleborough was actually much easier than the route we took for Pen-y-ghent, or maybe it felt easier because prior to tackling Pen-y-ghent I had been dormant with minimal signs of activity, just sitting at my desk with my favourite past time of writing a dissertation… what was it again that I researched?

Views of… er, ignore that… Made it to the top!
West of the summit – I swear we were much higher than the photo makes out!

Determined to enjoy lunch with views from the summit we headed towards the west, where there was a patch of clear sky, and sat ourselves behind a low pile of rocks in attempt to shelter ourselves against the wind, looking over Ingleborough Common and the village of Ingleton. I believe there was sheltered seating, however being situated at the centre of the summit it meant that unless it was a clear day, all you were going to see was a blanket of grey with a bit of brown (the ground…) at the bottom.

With lunch over we headed back down via Little Ingleborough, hitting a few spots of interest on the way back to Horton-in-Ribblesdale. First was Gaping Gill, which is basically a massive hole in the ground with a 100m drop into the Gaping Gill cave system. Oh yeah, Britian’s highest unbroken waterfall also runs into, so mind out for slippery rocks if you want to get near the vertical cave entrance! (Disclaimer – I do not recommend getting anywhere close to the entrance, there are no fences surrounding it… safe, I know right? If you do fancy going down, there are a couple of groups that provide a safe opportunity in the form of a winch!

Back down via Little Ingleborough
En-route towards Clapham


Next on to another entrance to a cave, via Trow Gill (a massive crack in a rock pretty much forming a mini valley), but not just any cave, the so-called best showcave in Britain: Ingleborough cave… However, with a bunch of screaming school kids ahead of us and admission fees, we gave it a miss.

The best showcave in Britain…

Carrying along the footpath through Clapdale Wood, we ended up in Clapham having decided to take public transport via settle back to Horton-in-Ribblesdale, as grey clouds and heavy rain descended on us. Not the route we intended on taking, however it was made up with a delicious homemade pain au chocolat from Clapham Village Store, and a Po Tat from Co-op in Settle (Portuguese egg tart… Po Tat is the just the Chinese name for it and it’s what I grew up to know it as, plus it sounds better)

It feels good getting another post done! More to come!