 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 |