Day 103: You Shall Not Pass

After a very pedestrian full English and a decision the hotel hadn't cut the mustard, we decided we had still really enjoyed ourselves. Still after a disturbed nights sleep, neither of us could get comfy, and a call at one in the morning, (you know who you are), we got out and went to see the swastika stone, another hike in biting winds to a tiny monument on the moor. Took a recommendation from my mum and went down into a valley with a stream criss crossed by bridges called Hebers Ghyll. Great day, but after two days out, there ain't much better than relaxing snuggles and the perfect roast dinner......