Walked June 11th 2013 Those interested in The Dales Way might like to look up the Dales Way Association website. All the photographs were taken on an iphone 5, the images subsequently cropped and adjusted for exposure, highlights and shadows and contrast in Photoshop. Bob and I had met at the end of the walk yesterday at Bowness-on Windermere, leaving my car there, and had had the most delightful (apart from passing some ghastly wind turbines) 2 hour drive back to Ilkley. We had booked into the Dales Way Hotel (where else would you stay?). The Two Johns, who were joining us for 4 days, met us in a pub and too much beer was consumed. Far too much in Bob’s case; nothing unusual there. We left him in the bar.
Ilkley at night, photographed by Charles Hawes

Christmas appears to have come early to Ilkley

John One (right) I have known slightly for many years as he is a close friend of Bob’s (centre) and occasionally he has brought us together (by getting married, for instance). A thoroughly nice guy. John Two (left) is John One’s friend. Lean and craggy faced with a nice smile. I thought we would get on fine, which was a bit of a relief as spending several days in someone’s company that you have not met before, is taking a bit of a risk. Apologies for this being so brief and there are some gaps and in the pics, let alone the absence of my biting wit and observations, but this blogging on the hoof lark is no joke. All the pics had to transferred from my phone by email to my netbook and worked on so that they look half decent and are the right size. If I can fill in a bit before tomorrow I will but this may be the only post I manage unless I can come up with a more efficient system!  
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The bridge in Ilkley which marks the start of the walk

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Rhododendron and garden abuse in Addingham

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St Peters Church in Addingham. A sweet church inside

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Stained glass window in St Peters Church, Addingham. The others didn’t come in.Heathen lot.

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Anyone want to commission me to photograph the Caravan Gardens of Great Britain?

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I actually thought topiarising the hedge next to the pig collection was really fun

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Farfield Friends meeting House. Really lovely little place.John 1’s first wife was a quaker and they got married in Blackheath’s Meeting House.

 
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First view of Bolton Priory at Bolton Abbey (confusing I know, but Bolton Abbey is the name of the village)

 
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Graveyard and view of the end of Bolton Priory. Our stop for lunch

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Embroidery in the Priory

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Walls of Bolton Priory

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Stunning carpet of Wood Garlic near Bolton Abbey

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Pic thanks to John 2. Anne and I were here 23 years ago on our Honeymoon. I’m posting this pic just for her.

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Strid Woods.

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Anne and I had stayed 4 nights at The New Inn at Appletrewick on our Honeymoon 23 years ago. The 2 Johns went and had a drink there thinking that I would be doing so but Bob and I were far ahead of them by now

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The Wharfe approaching Barden Bridge

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I may be getting my bridges mixed up but I think this is Barden Bridge

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We’re close to Burnsell here. The John’s may still be in Appletreewick, drinking my good health and wondering where I am

By the time Bob and I reached the bridge at Burnsell, we had not seen the Johns for a while. The Red Lion, where we were staying was at the far end of the bridge and had tables outside, so we checked in and bought a pint and sat outside and waited. And waited. It began to drizzle. Bob, to his great credit, went back in search of the Johns whilst I found my room and showered. The Johns had booked accommodation in Grassington, three miles further on and can’t have been looking forward to the extra miles. As it happens they caught a bus. (wimps). So with the Johns safely sorted out I worked on the blog til it was time for Bob and I to eat and drink and do some more catching up. And for once I didn’t take  any money off him at crib.  
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