Bee still shining after some 150 miles of motorway
Lining up at The Old Stone Trough
Downham, a privately owned village where overhead cables, TV aerials and satellite dishes are banned
Leaving Downham, Pendle Hill in the distance. Purely by chance I read Alfred Wainwright's biography shortly after this run and discovered Pendle Hill was one of the first places he went as a boy to discover his love of high places.
Glorious views from the side of Pendle Hill
Views out to Blackpool Tower (just visible on the skyline of this picture) ...
Village of Dunsop Bridge, geographical centre of the British Isles, commemorated as such in the local telephone box
Back at The Alma after a brilliant day, Bee still gleaming after a further 90 miles.
