The April walk was a romp up a windy Ingleborough, one of the three peaks in the Yorkshire Dales. I first climbed Ingleborough twenty or so years before and at the time did not appreciate just how fine a mountain it is, being more of a Lakeland fan at the time and obsessed with climbing all the Wainwrights.
It was Steve and I again, with the dogs Jake and Rocco. We started at Clapham and headed up, threading through Trow Gill; I must pause now to say how immense it is here, with shear rock walls at either side and tricky half-scramble at the top upon shiny, well-worn rock.
We then made our way to Gaping Gill, with Jake on his lead here, in case he decided to jump into this vast cavern (he is a crazy spaniel after all).
Ingleborough is in plain sight from here: well, Little Ingleborough is anyway. Beaten by strong winds, and I had forgotten my hat and just had my hoodie, the journey progressed up a straight forward footpath, then it is a left turn to the summit of Ingleborough, which boasts a trig, large cairn and well-built shelter. Good views all around of The Lakes, Pen-y-ghent and other wonderous hills.Here's a vid Steve did
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