I need to give Luke a chance to say something about the weekend, so he's going to take over the story for the next leg of the journey, but I had to throw in my two cents for good measure. Grinton was a tiny tiny town (literally, an inn, ten houses, a bridge, and tons of fields) but we liked it just fine. The walk up to the hostel was fairly strenuous, but the views and the spectacular nature of the hostel itself made up for it. We had to wait to check in, so we read for school (we are such good students) and wandered around, but the wind kept picking up, so we stayed inside. Dinner was delicious, as were the Yorkshire ales, but I'll leave that to Luke. We had to sleep in gender-separated dorm style rooms, but we were pretty tired and got up pretty early, so it didn't matter too much. We had a yummy big breakfast and headed out onto the moors with hostel-provided picnic lunches!
Here are a few of the memorable points from our wanders for me (Luke can elaborate):
-The peak we climbed was very, very high
-We were surrounded by grouse and rabbits, and, consequently, a thin layer of rabbit droppings everywhere we went (as Luke put it, the rabbits must just be pooping constantly)
-Sheep were also everywhere
-The views were spectacular, as was the wind
-Trails here are much less clearly marked than in the US--we lost ours repeatedly
-On that note, though, the open access laws here meant that losing the trail was no big deal because we just kept the going roughly East and found our way back to the trail eventually
And I've included a few of my favorite pictures.
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