Bank Holiday Monday, 25th May, Austwick to Giggleswick, 5.98 miles
I’ve enjoyed my stay at Wood View B&B. Sue and David are lovely hosts and there is much excitement in the air today. Sue is particularly keen to go and have an early browse around the stalls to see what bargains she can muster.
It’s the annual Austwick festival, held to raise funds for the village Hall and playing fields, and the carnival atmosphere has come to this small town.
The dining room overlooks the village green and there is much coming and going as the preparations get under way for the big day. I take these photos of the paintings which turns out to have many reflections which makes them somewhat multi-dimensional. (I hope Sue and David don’t mind me showing them).
I don’t know who the artist is, David did tell me and I should have made a note of it, but they give you the sense of how pretty this area is. This one, below, is a view of Penyghent from Horton Scar Lane, one of the famous Three Peaks which has been within my vision for the past few days,
as have lots of sheep like this lovely pair below.
Sue says that if you’re lucky you might see Allen Bennett in the crowd as he comes early every year to take a look before disappearing as quickly as he has come. Everyone is competing to raise as much money as possible. I don’t see Allan Bennett.
Seeing the bikes for sale though, I am tempted to swap my mode of transport……only kidding. Here is Francis, Tommy’s host, manning her stall.
I head out of town against the flow of people making their way in and watch the farmer unload his little flock of Highland sheep into the pen.
And pass the lorry with the Shire horses waiting to make their appearance later when they will draw the heavy brewery dray through the village, before walking up the track to the farm where I find Tommy happily grazing.
We head off along the pretty PB track that leads into Feizor which is where Jacqui Foster stops us and asks if she can take our photo to put on her Facebook page.
We then cut across country on another bridlepath which heads through some very narrow gates (main picture) and above Giggleswick caves where we see some climbers, missing the path at first because it drops away steeply,
down a track to the busy B6480. You can just see the road at the bottom of this photo.
After another 1/4 mile of hellish road where the boy racers are out flexing their Bank Holiday speed muscles, we arrive, thankfully unscathed if a little shaken, at our destination for Tommy. Another lovely hay meadow, and Sue kindly drives me into town where I am staying at the Harts Head pub after we have done a dry run for our route through Settle tomorrow morning.
I retire early, hoping for a fresh start in the morning. After our shortest ride today, we have a long ride tomorrow which turns out to be our longest to date.