Day 13 Standedge to Hebden Bridge 19 miles
We left the Pennine Way in order to walk to our B&B, in Diggle,yesterday evening. When our host offered to take us back, this morning after breakfast, to where we had left the trail we were almost delirious with joy. We were particularly pleased because the return stroll was to be all uphill.
As the morning went by the sun became stronger and the wind weaker. I am still really surprised at all the hard work which has been done in order to make the path such a pleasure for walkers. Certainly, there are some damp patches and crumbly rocky bits but nothing really bothersome.
Once again the larks and curlews were everywhere. After a little we could hear what sounded like a distant sea washing on the shore. The sound of the waves eventually drowning out even the lusty song of the skylark and turned into the roar of the M62
At about tea time we spotted a stone seat created in the memory of one Cyril Webster. Thank you Mr Webster for giving us 15 minutes on your seat.
The skyline is dominated by the Stoodly Pike Monument. Like many British monuments it was built to celebrate a victory over our nearest neighbours and cousins, the French.
Hebden Bridge at last. A delicious plate of moussaka and a glas of merlot gave us the strength to climb up to our B&B.