The village of Ingleton is rather nice.
There's been a bit of a storm the night before - i walk around picking up people's bins.
I was originally planning to spend a large part of today walking down the A65 but seeing no pavement, the speed of the cars and the spray being produced I quickly give up on the idea. Instead I crisscross the wide flat valley of Lonsdale (meeting the A65 again on five occasions).
As I walk down a tree line road into Leck, birds (I think Swallows?) swoop in wide arcs or fly tight turns above me.
To the comfortable town of Kirby Lonsdale.
A further short section of country roads, singing Billy Bragg in the rain, brings me to Hutton Roof.