Day 6 - East Marton to Malham

By Day 6, your body adjusts to walking 10-15 miles a day, woke up this morning feeling fresh and strong.

Had Breakfast in the Hotel / Camp site at East Marton. Where on display was an autograph of Warrior from the gladiators.

Gargrave is a nice stop on this day for a dinner time pint.

Then easy stroll into Malham

Gordale Scar, you can camp near here, is worth walking off the Pennine Way to View

On the way to Gordale you will walk via Janets Foss, where a fairy lives beneath.... doesnt stop dogs swimming in it though.

You have to cross this small river to get into the village, prepare for wet feet

Above, As you are entering Malham,.

My Parents and Nan came to meet us at this verypoint.

Good drinking locations were Listers inn and Buck Inn. Then back to our B&B room for the night. Feeling pretty tipsy watched a movie about a USA/Russian runner from the olimpics called GA Skodalvic. Which became a running joke for the rest of the walk.

We took a days rest here in Malham to re-energise. Id recommend this to anybody. Malham is a great place to do this too. We met Emma & Katherine, from the USA, James from Rotherham here. Emma & Katherine became companions of our for the remainder of the journey. James was doing the Pennine way North to South. He had the same outlook as us. Everyone had written him off , that he couldnt complete the walk. He quit his job in a bank to do the Pennine. But he was nearly there. We traded stories of what to expect. Us from our previous 6 days, James from his previous 13 starting in Scotland. He joked, that he had it easier,.... its all downhill if going North to South !

A Bad idea though is spending your last Pound of cash, putting Dire Strates on the Juke Box, cos there wasnt not ATM in Malham.

2nd night we stayed at the Malham youth hostel which was warm and clean. Youth hostels are a saviour and come highly recommended. At £7-8 a night, you get your monies worth from the drying rooms alone.

We did meet a chap at the Malham Youth hostel from Southampton. He was sharing our Dorm. Every other sentence was "Piss Poor Weather" and he was doing a spot of day walking, stopping at various YHA's. He was probably thinking back slightly pervy, telling us he only ate bread and had lost his sense of smell due to working with dead bodies in old peoples homes. Mr Piss Poor Weather he would be labelled. never to meet him again, but in the lonley hills of the Pennine Way, me and Andrew would remeniss stories of Mr Piss Poor weather and his bready adventures in Southampton.

Enjoyed a few pints of Stella with these two in Listers, we named them Ian and Norman, didnt catch there real name. Ian (Left) thought to be an Architect & Norman (Right) though to be a farmer. Told us tales of the village bike, and Ian's big claim and very long story about dating a dark skinned lady. Village folk !