Today I drove to Pendle in Lancashire to climb Pendle Hill. It's only about 18 miles - England's much narrower up here. At 557m (1830ft) it is an impressive lump, bigger than anything around hebden bridge. There are some intriguing names. . the summit, where the trig point is, is called the Big End. And below, as it were, is a hamlet called "Buttock." Really.
Since the hill is effectively stand - alone, and surrounded by industrial towns like Burnley, Colne, Blackburn etc, it is quite a popular place and I saw a number of people. The weather was kind, and, sunny and not windy even on top. There are really spectacular views all around, with the lake district to North and west, and the pennines to the east.
It is quite a stiff climb and ploughing up the steep hill in t shirt and sunglasses, it felt very Pyreneesy. I managed the climb quite well, so I think this little excursion has been worthwhile. I am learning to cope with this stupid little keyboard too. .
Back home tomorrow and prepare in earnest for the Linton Cream Teas. . I will do another post next week about final preparations, if I get time.