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Day 2 23/07/2002

Woke up at 6.00am. It was tipping down with rain. So much for the sunshine! Breakfast was rather hard to get going as my dry but the waxy card had become wet with trying to light the trangia in the rain. I borrowed Steph, Catherine and Hayley's matchbox to light the trangia. The beeswax came off when I struck the match. By my third attempt I had lit the trangia and was able to get going breakfast that consisted of porridge, and half a malt loaf. Not mixed in of course!

As we travelled out of the campsite we had to climb an extensive hill that had been tarmacked. The rain was so intense that the water was gushing down the hill carrying small stones down with immense force down the hill. We went down to Bordley Green Farm, where there was a ford due to the rainfall, but we all had to wade through the ford in the rain. Between Bordley Green Farm and Thrushfield there wasn't much to talk about, the weather was pretty bad and we were cold.
The weather improved and we had to travel over many styles through the green pastures of the Yorkshire dales. Towards our lunch stop Hailey realised that she had lost her Dad's best expensive compass in the previous leg of the journey This probably happened as we had a dodgy mapcase where we.attached her compass for safekeeping'. However the string came undone and we lost the compass.

In Threshfield we passed a small shop with freshly backed bread. The smell was irresistible, but we weren't allowed to go in. This was torture. We walked along the main road, which killed our feet due to the hard surface underfoot, so where possible we tried to go on grass verges to null the pain in our feet. We then crossed this bridge in Threshfield that was flowing at a high velocity due to the excessive rainfall and the channelling of the tributaries into the river Wharfe.; We met Jane and Ian beside a bench. All of us were running out of water due to getting extremely thirsty.

Shortly after meeting Ian and Jane to our much relief, we all had lunch at checkpoint 4. There was fortunately a small bench at a forked junction waiting for us all to occupy the seat to munch our lunch.

Just beyond the checkpoint, the group was very confused in which footpath to take as there were many field boundaries directly in front of us all going in similar directions. We chose one, and walked for 1/2 a mile and realised the mistake due to the different field boundaries that didn't appear on our route. So we had to backtrack, so got delayed and we had to find the right footpath. As we walked we were 360m above sea level and we came across lots of disused mine shafts. On the other side of the valley we could just make out in the misty weather distinctive limestone pavements which looked like a white mass sprawled over the landscape.
We walked on moor land with poor visibility. At 005685 the visibility was better and realised where we were. We picked up pace after the checkpoint 5. We were then determined to get back to the campsite for 6.00pm .We went by cliff road, which was quite unusual as there were metal rods along the path. It was weird!
On the other side of the boundary we saw limestone paving, one was circular in shape and had a tree in the middle of it. The limestone rock was layered 5m high though it was hard to see it properly.

Near Lapar Stove Gate, there were peaty soils and very wet. Peaty moor land- which we can't tolerate, not after the Peak District!! It was rank. We crossed about 30 styles in the whole day, sometimes they were a relief though as the visibility was poor and when we saw them, it indicated that we were heading bang on course towards the campsite. At points we felt like jumping for joy with these sightings of styles in the barrenness. However, that didn't compensate for the narrowness of the styles.

We had a really good view from Langcliffe as we could see interlocking spurs, and the clouds were moving really fast due to the strong winds. There were so many sheep on these hillsides, you could not miss them. There were quite a few brown sheep on those, which was quite unusual. Everything we wore was wet, our trousers beneath our waterproof trousers, our underwear, our jumpers, everything. When we got to Kettlewell where the other Duke of Edinburgh Group from Chipping Norton School were camping, we unloaded our bags to see the extent of the soddenness. My sleeping bag was drenched. It had been kept in three layers, but had still managed to get completely soaked. Unfortunately, at Kettlewell there was not a sufficient hand towel to dry everything off. I was feeling quite down about the day as I had run out of energy. However once I had tea after constructing the tent and had eaten I was more on mental perk. I hugged Ruth Illgunas but my hair got tangled in her earring and we were stuck together.

We both found it hilarious in our tired state and it boosted everyone's moral. Shortly after that everyone trekked down to the toilets and shower room. It was' literally a good ten minutes walk to get there so if you desperately needed the toilet you were in a spot of bother unless you wanted to use the lovely smelling chemical porti -loo. The mentioning of the loo brings back the smell of the chemical taste in the air. Anyway I took a shower to try and ease the aches and pains of the day.

Day reflections: Our running count for animals continued...
28 dead rabbits in total
9 grouse (alive)
lots of sheep- too many if you ask me.
Cows with evil eyes
Alive rabbits??
An owl by a clump of trees,
2 seagulls.

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