It's snack o'clock below Cautley Crag |
Tree of doom |
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To the pub my friends, the pub I say! |
As the sun sets, it's back up into the hills for us |
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Waking up in the open air bedroom |
Misty morning wilderness walking |
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Looks like I farted. I probably did. |
Cool. We look like pros out here. |
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A scenic Smith & Jones moment |
Downhill to sunshine and beer |
Standing on a pillar of the community |
It's geology o'clock below ... err ... a field |
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This one was a no-go |
But this one was a go-er. Cave! |
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Inside the second chamber. It was blacker at the time. |
Quick, to the next Bat Cave, Batman! |
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Hole in t'ground |
Up on top, above Swaledale |
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Classic Dales |
Cave! Well, funky underground stream anyway. |
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Nasty hobbitses! They takes the Precious! |
One way down, no way back up |