Kat and I on our thirteen mile jaunt from Keld to Reeth. (Either my backpack is making me shorter or she is standing on a rock. I swear.)
When I mention climbing over stiles on long walks, these are what I'm referring too. Sometimes the bottom step is missing, and we sort of just stare a long while at the high step before trying to coax our leg to such a great height.
Tea break. Katie's favorite part of this entire trip. Just look at that face.
Looking back into the village we stopped in for tea. Katie wishing we were still having tea....
A lovely British gentleman snapped this shot of the three of us on top of a hill.
Then Sarah found a swing. The end.
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