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                        Stage 
                        7:  Dent to Cowgill 
                         Saturday 
                        28th July 2007 
                        Thanks 
                        to this awful summer weather, it was over two months 
                        since we had last tackled a section of the Dales Way 
                        (and seven months since we started!) so given a window 
                        of opportunity, we grabbed it. 
                        If 
                        I were in any danger of having forgotten how to get 
                        to Dent Station, there was no need to worry as I had 
                        my new friend Snockers (Jane, the younger cousin of 
                        Norma) to whisper directions to me whilst Margaret followed 
                        on in the Yaris.  However, Snockers and I had a 
                        serious falling out over which way to go from Sedbergh. 
                         For some reason, she preferred Garsdale whilst 
                        to me Dentdale seemed much more logical.  Frantically 
                        she urged me to turn back but when I wouldn't, she threw 
                        a hissy fit, leapt out of her seat and into my lap and 
                        refused to give me any more directions.  Gave me 
                        quite a surprise I can tell you.  At this point, 
                        however, I should make clear that the seat was on the 
                        dashboard and Snockers is my new Sat Nav and Jane its 
                        voice! 
                        Snockerless, 
                        we drove up Dentdale and found a place to park the Yaris 
                        on the far side of Cowgill.  Margaret then joined 
                        me and we returned to Dent, anticipating that we would 
                        have to make another large contribution to the maintenance 
                        of the village toilets but this time we managed to find 
                        a suitable free space by the river bridge, right where 
                        we needed to be to start this leg. 
                          
                                    Upper 
                        Dentdale 
                        We 
                        followed the river to its confluence with Deepdale Beck 
                        where, rather than take the stepping stones, we went 
                        up by the beck to Miller Bridge.  Here we initiated 
                        a detour from the official route, which heads back to 
                        the river and Tommy Bridge.  However, we had reason 
                        to investigate Whernside Manor.   
                        
                            
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                                    Stepping 
                                    Stones 
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                                    Whernside 
                                    Manor 
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                        This 
                        fine old Georgian Building is owned by friends of Margaret's 
                        cousin Dinah (whose husband Alan has the original Snockers, 
                        Norma, for use on his motorbike).  Whilst having 
                        a nosey over the wall, we spotted Gerry mowing the grass 
                        so Margaret plucked up courage to introduce herself 
                        which led to us being warmly invited in to meet Elaine 
                        and entertained to tea and cake, purchased from the 
                        village auction at which two caravanners had competed 
                        to bid a chocolate cake up to £17!  More 
                        stories of Dales life and characters followed and we 
                        left with the instruction that we had to visit the Sportsman's 
                        Inn for a tincture.    
                        Once 
                        boasting 25 slaves and possibly the inspiration for 
                        Wuthering Heights, Whernside 
                        Manor has a long tradition of hospitality 
                        with guests including Lloyd George, Winston Churchil 
                        and Princess Ann and is currently offering bed and breakfast. 
                         Sadly for visitors to Dent Dale, this is not likely 
                        to be continued much longer. 
                        The 
                        official Way rejoined the road not far beyond the strangely 
                        titled "Woman's Land" and on heading up into 
                        the fields we passed a series of farms each of which 
                        seemed to have a different creature to keep an eye on 
                        us.  A cock, a horse and a goat preceded a couple 
                        of lamas!   
                        
                            
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                                    Cock 
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                                    Horse 
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                                    Goat 
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                                    Lamas 
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                        And 
                        of course some washing!  And a bathing machine 
                        for gnomes! 
                        
                            
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                                    Tubhole 
                                    washing 
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                                    Bathing 
                                    machine! 
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                        Little 
                        Town Wood was distinctly spooky and chilly, after which 
                        we rejoined the road.  We took another slight diversion 
                        at Ewegales Bridge where a farmer who looked as if he 
                        had been sat there for a hundred years engaged us in 
                        conversation.   
                        
                            
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                                    Little 
                                    Town Wood 
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                                    St 
                                    James' Church, Cowgill 
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                        The 
                        Way continues on the south side of the river but we 
                        chose the north side, where we helped weary DofE students 
                        read a map to find their campsite, had our first glimpse 
                        of Artengill Viaduct, admired St James' church and took 
                        our team picture at Lea Yeat bridge in Cowgill.  Margaret's 
                        lack of attention is due to the fact that a vehicle 
                        was coming and it was a close call between car and timer. 
                        
                            
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                                    Artengill 
                                    Viaduct 
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                                    Lea 
                                    Yeat Bridge team picture 
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                        The 
                        cottage by the bridge was a treat with plenty of flowers 
                        and brass instruments.  
                        The 
                        Yaris was parked just beyond the bridge so we did as 
                        instructed and drove a little further along the Way 
                        for our tincture.  Once again, unusual creatures 
                        were watching our every move- this time a pair of motionless 
                        Muscovy Ducks sat by the roadside outside the Sportsman's 
                        Inn.  Apparently there used to be three but according 
                        to the landlord's son, the third had been eaten by the 
                        Poles! 
                        
                            
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                                    Cottage 
                                    at Lea Yeat Bridgee 
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                                    Sportsman's 
                                    In with Muscovy Ducks 
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                        The 
                        next section of the Way promises to be quite different- 
                        for the first time we can use just one car and catch 
                        a train from Ribblehead to Dent station and walk back.  We intended 
                        to go the next day but got up too late and opted for 
                        the Windermere show instead.  Sat on the top of 
                        Orrest Head in fine weather, we enjoyed twenty minutes 
                        of aerobatic splendour from the Red Arrows.  Thinking 
                        that was all there was, we then set off into the country 
                        and made our way around the back of Orrest Head only 
                        to discover that there was a stunt plane now entertaining 
                        the crowds, and us had we stayed put. Returning 
                        to Orrest Head by Common Wood, the noise got louder- 
                        something much more serious was now showing its paces. 
                         We reached top just in time to see the end of 
                        the Eurofighter's display.  I know this has nothing 
                        to do with The Dales Way but it is an excuse to put 
                        in a couple of photos from a memorable event! 
                        
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