It was late September in 2012 when I did this walk. It was one that I had wanted to do for a while, partly to exorcise a ghost from the past and secondly to complete the 3 Peaks, albeit on seperate occasions (I will do them all at once someday). Anyway I had a weekend to myself and set off to the Dales, Horton in Ribblesdale being my starting point.
My starting point was the car park in Horton in Ribblesdale and after paying the high parking charges I set off on the road towards the church that would lead me onto the track towards open country.
It was a cloudy and windy day with a chance of possible showers but, I was looking forward to the walk.
As i walked on towards the church, I passed the campsite where I stopped with my dad when we did the Pennine way years ago. It was a memorable night because we had torrential rain all night and I woke about 2.00 am with my sleeping bag under about 3 inches of water. My dad somehow slept through this inconvenience, whereas I picked my sleeping bag up and set off for the public toilets to try and get some sleep. I was again awoken by another bloke who, to put it mildly, made me feel uncomfortable being in the toilets with. Sleeping in 3 inches of water didn’t seem like such a bad idea after all, so I picked my sleeping bag up and made my way back to the tent.
Once I found the track at the back of the church, it was a walk for about half a mile til I came to the path that lead me to the start of the climb .
As i got nearer to Pen y Ghent, my pace seemed to quicken as I wanted to get to the top as soon as I could. However, as I got higher, I began to feel the wind getting stronger and stronger.
As I approached the steps at the side of the hill, the wind was really strong and as it was coming from behind me, it literally pushed me up the steps.
The final climb to the summit was a mixture of path walking and some easy scrambling, although I had to be careful as the wind was almost knocking me sideways in some parts of it.
After reaching the top I had some food and had intended carrying on to Plover hill, but with the wind blowing as it was I decided to get to lower ground as quickly as possible so I changed my route and followed the path that would lead me too Hull pot.
After a walk of about half an hour, I arrived at Hull pot, and after not knowing what to expect, I was surprised at the size of it.
I spent a bit of time walking round here, then began my trek back to Horton in Ribblesdale, which was basically a straight downhill path about 2.5 km in length. A perfect finish to a great walk.
I finally arrived back at my car about 4 hours later. It isn’t the longest walk or the highest hill I have ever climbed, but it is definitely up there with my favourites. Its setting, and what I think its almost fortress like appearance are what draws you to this fantastic hill. I would recommend everyone who likes walking to try this walk…
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