Having dropped off our two little lovelies, Ang and I headed out to Skipton for a sausage sandwich and some retail therapy. I'm really glad of the retail therapy as I hadn't the right sort of socks or gloves for the weather. It was on the way to Skipton that we found ourselves climbing Blubberhouse Pass while the snow was falling. Not always a good idea.
|Snow on Blubberhouse Pass wasn't a sign that the weather would be for us.|
|Underground river emerges at the foot of once awesome waterfall in Malham Cove. Wellies required to get this shot.|
The route took up up to the cove where we stopped to take pictures (by which I mean 'put off the inevitable'). Then it was up the steps. I'm really not as young as I was or at least, not as fit as I was. By the time we reached the limestone pavement atop Malham Cove I was a wreck. Not Ang though. She flew up the steps. Fortunately I got my own back immediately as I'm reasonably sure footed while Ang is about as sure footed as the five minute old Bambi. I'm not sure she appreciated me telling her that Tom could probably cross the stone faster than she could. Ah well, never mind. We got there in the end.
|Really thought these steps would kill me. I'm so unfit.|
|Limestone Pavement is amazing but Ang didn't seem to like it much.|
|Angie at Janet's Foss|